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  The clerk hadn't. The Seattle papers hadn't yet been delivered, but she attempted to help him find the news item he was looking for in the Spokane Spokesman-Review.
  The man had been very intense as he leafed through the paper—so intense that she was frightened after spending about half an hour with him. "I told him that he should go to another store. I said the Seattle papers might have come in on a bus and they usually got them earlier than we did. He seems to know a lot about it."
  When the Spokane officers arrived, they found Wayne Merriam wandering in the 7-Eleven's parking lot. He asked them if they knew where to get Seattle papers, and accepted their invitation to get into their patrol car without hesitation.
  When they asked him why he was so anxious to see a paper, he only shrugged. Almost absently, he said, "Why did you come to pick me up?"
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Spokane, County, Sheriff's, walked, called, asking, shooting, something.
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  The clerk hadn't. The Seattle papers hadn't yet been delivered, but she attempted to help him find the news item he was looking for in the Spokane Spokesman-Review. 
  The man had been very intense as he leafed through the paper—so intense that she was frightened after spending about half an hour with him. "I told him that he should go to another store. I said the Seattle papers might have come in on a bus and they usually got them earlier than we did. "
  As soon as he walked outside the 7-Eleven, she had called the Spokane County Sheriff's Office: "There's a man here who's been asking about a murder—or a shooting or something in Seattle. He seems to know a lot about it. "
  When the Spokane officers arrived, they found Wayne Merriam wandering in the 7-Eleven's parking lot. He asked them if they knew where to get Seattle papers, and accepted their invitation to get into their patrol car without hesitation. 
  When they asked him why he was so anxious to see a paper, he only shrugged. Almost absently, he said, "Why did you come to pick me up?"
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conversations.value: As Jim Byrnes and Dave Kominek stared at him, Walt Buckley repeated over and over again, "I was going home."
  What did he mean by that? Had Buckley actually driven to the Oregon coast with his dead or dying wife and then changed his mind and headed toward his home? That was possible.
  Byrnes asked him if he knew District Attorney Gary Gortmaker. (Gortmaker had arrived at the hospital a short while before. Gortmaker went to the scenes of homicides and worked side by side with detectives.)
  Gortmaker pulled a chair up to Walt Buckley's bedside and answered his questions about the legal ramifications of the situation. After they had talked quietly for several minutes, Gortmaker stepped into the corridor. He told Jim Byrnes and Dave Kominek that Walt was ready now to tell them what had really happened to Lori Buckley.
  The story that Walt Buckley told proved once again that no one can really know what goes on behind the closed doors of a neighbor's home. The most serene facade can hide turmoil beyond our most wild imaginings. What appears to be an ideal marriage can be, in reality, a bomb waiting to explode. As Walt Buckley spoke, the detectives quickly perceived that the neat and tastefully decorated duplex on Cedar Court had not been a real home at all, but only a stage where a massive deception was played out.
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conversations.value: Search and rescue teams, sheriff's deputies, friends, family, and strangers volunteered thousands of hours to look for Julie Weflen. She was lost somewhere in the vast rugged wilderness outside Spokane, Washington.
  Sheriff's detectives and deputies from Spokane County, Washington, set up roadblocks on every road leading to the Spring Hill power substation where Julie Weflen's rig was found. She was a skilled worker for the Bonneville Power Administration, even though she looked more like a beauty queen. Someone followed her there and forced her into another vehicle.
  For the first two months after Julie vanished, her husband, Mike Weflen, was never far from the Bonneville power substation where she was last seen. He organized a huge effort to find her.
  The names of some individuals have been changed. Such names are indicated by an asterisk (*) the first time each appears in the narrative.
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  FBI recruit Lucy Kincaid hadn't realized how much she'd needed a vacation until she and her boyfriend Sean Rogan checked into the Spruce Lake Inn in the Adirondacks. However, after less than twenty-four hours, she felt the tension of the last few months miraculously wash away in the beauty of the mountains, the serenity of the blue lake, and the purity of the fresh air.
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conversations.value: Sean had been planning this vacation practically since they first became involved four months ago, and he had not overlooked a single detail. He'd flown them into a private airport in his single-engine Cessna. The flight alone would have kept Lucy tickled for days. Then, he'd taken her to the lakeside cabin he'd rented at the resort—far enough to make them believe they were in the middle of nowhere, but close enough to the main lodge that they could eat dinner, or use the weight room, or walk a mile into the quaint old mining town down a tree-lined country road. And last night after a romantic dinner in town, they'd made love. Lucy had wakened in Sean's arms, with him smiling at her.
  He didn't believe her, so she told him the truth. "I'm not used to relaxing. The last time I took a vacation was with Patrick over a year ago. We got snowed in at a ski lodge with a dead body and a long list of suspects."
  They continued their walk down the mountainside. The scent of pine and spruce reminded Lucy of Christmas. A wet winter had given birth to a vibrant spring, and everywhere life bloomed: wildflowers, new leaves, and critters. In twenty minutes they'd seen white-tailed deer, rabbits, and a wide range of birds.
  She rolled her eyes. "I probably shouldn't say anything, your ego is big enough, but I missed you when you went to Texas."
  He smiled, his brown hair falling across his forehead, his dimple making his natural charm irresistible.
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conversations.value: He'd flown them into a private airport in his single-engine Cessna. The flight alone would have kept Lucy tickled for days. Then, he'd taken her to the lakeside cabin he'd rented at the resort—far enough to make them believe they were in the middle of nowhere, but close enough to the main lodge that they could eat dinner, or use the weight room, or walk a mile into the quaint old mining town down a tree-lined country road. And last night after a romantic dinner in town, they'd made love. Lucy had wakened in Sean's arms, with him smiling at her.
  He didn't believe her, so she told him the truth. "I'm not used to relaxing. The last time I took a vacation was with Patrick over a year ago. We got snowed in at a ski lodge with a dead body and a long list of suspects."
  They continued their walk down the mountainside. The scent of pine and spruce reminded Lucy of Christmas. A wet winter had given birth to a vibrant spring, and everywhere life bloomed: wildflowers, new leaves, and critters. In twenty minutes they'd seen white-tailed deer, rabbits, and a wide range of birds.
  She rolled her eyes. "I probably shouldn't say anything, your ego is big enough, but I missed you when you went to Texas."
  He smiled, his brown hair falling across his forehead, his dimple making his natural charm irresistible.
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conversations.value: Sean looked around the immediate area. "I don't see where it's supposed to be. It looks like it's been lying here awhile." He set down the sign and took out his cell phone.
  He pocketed his phone, then picked up the sign again. The soil on the path was too hard to get the stake deep enough to keep the sign upright, so he moved off the trail and tested the ground.
  A sharp cracking sound cut through the field. Lucy watched in horror as Sean's legs buckled and he disappeared from view, his startled cry echoing in her head.
  She dropped her backpack and got down on her hands and knees. She felt around the damp soil, taking care with each inch forward. "Sean? Answer me!" she called.
  She moved to the edge of the hole Sean had fallen in. She quickly pulled off the leaves and dirt and plants that had accumulated on the top of a boarded-up mine shaft. The boards were rotted and broken, and a hole in the middle showed where Sean had fallen.
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conversations.value: "I don't see where it's supposed to be. It looks like it's been lying here awhile." He set down the sign and took out his cell phone.
  He pocketed his phone, then picked up the sign again. The soil on the path was too hard to get the stake deep enough to keep the sign upright, so he moved off the trail and tested the ground.
  A sharp cracking sound cut through the field. Lucy watched in horror as Sean's legs buckled and he disappeared from view, his startled cry echoing in her head.
  She dropped her backpack and got down on her hands and knees. She felt around the damp soil, taking care with each inch forward. "Sean? Answer me!" she called.
  She moved to the edge of the hole Sean had fallen in. She quickly pulled off the leaves and dirt and plants that had accumulated on the top of a boarded-up mine shaft. The boards were rotted and broken, and a hole in the middle showed where Sean had fallen.