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Henry yawned deeply as he sat outside the Sandy Inn. Morris and Bishop had checked in a couple of hours before. The sun had set an hour after that. He had called Susie from the phone in the lobby. Strangely, Benjamin Morris’ file was marked locked, top-secret clearance only. This was getting stranger by the minute. He did his best to keep his eyes open but he was fading fast.
A loud crash awoke him from his slumber a little after midnight. Henry opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was that his driver's side door was missing.
“What the hell!” He started to yell as an arm reached through the hole where his door had been and yanked him out like a rag doll, causing him to bump his head on the doorframe. Groggily he reached with his right hand for the pistol on his hip. It was missing; he cursed himself inwardly for taking it off and setting it on the passenger seat before he had fallen asleep.
An ice-cold hand wrapped over his mouth. Henry pulled at it frantically but could not make it budge. Darkness began forming around the edges of his vision until finally he passed out.
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