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Shiver

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Autoren: Karen Robards
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managed to dump Groves. She even thought he might have gotten up to check, except Groves walked into the kitchen just then.
    “Any problems?” Sanders asked him.
    “No.”
    Sanders grunted, and went back to eating his sandwich.
    Groves opened the refrigerator and started rooting around init as Sam dumped the change from the money Sanders had given her on the table in front of him. It amounted to five dollar bills and some coins, which he glanced at with a curl of his lips.
    “Receipt?” he asked around a mouthful of sandwich.
    “In one of the bags.” She kept on walking, bags in hand, no big deal, heading for the great room.
    “I’ll need that,” he called after her.
    She didn’t answer. The truth was that she had deliberately left the receipt behind at the checkout, because she had no intention of letting anyone see it. Putting five plus dollars down in front of Sanders was an action that she had carefully calculated in advance. Instead of not giving him any change, she had given him that small amount as a decoy, so that he wouldn’t suspect she had any more. Sanders had given her two hundred dollars for the shopping trip, which Marco had assured her was expense account money. After a lifetime of pinching pennies, one thing she knew how to do was buy a lot with a little. Even after giving Sanders his supposed change, ninety dollars still remained in the back pocket of her jeans. (Since she already had her new knife in the front pocket, she had opted for the back for the cash so as to keep the evidence that she was thinking outside the box as unnoticeable as possible.) Sam felt like the knife and the neatly folded cash made lumps as big as boulders and were practically sending out bursts of light in an effort to be seen through her clothes, but Sanders didn’t appear to notice anything amiss. Keeping the money might make her feel like a thief, but under the circumstances she had decided that she had to do what she had to do. If something were to go wrong, if she had to takeTyler and run, she had no money. A little cash might make all the difference to them in an emergency. Like buying the bear mace and the knife, keeping the amount she had spent at just around half of what she had received had been a kind of insurance policy.
    As Sam walked into the great room, the sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks.
    The TV was on. Focused so intently on it that they didn’t even hear her enter, Tyler and Marco were side by side on the couch. They were not lounging comfortably, even disregarding Marco’s injured leg, which thrust stiffly out in front of him. Instead they were sitting forward as though whatever was on the screen was of vital interest to them. For a moment Sam blinked at the TV, not understanding the images she saw. Cartoonish soldiers—a sparse terrain—the crosshairs of a rifle—gunfire.
    “Got him!” Marco exulted as the TV soldier went down and a bright red spot blossomed on his back. “Good job, Tyler!”
    “There’s another one, Trey!”
    “Shoot him!”
    Pow! Pow! Boom! Boom! Even as the sound of gunfire filled the room and more soldiers went down, Sam registered the controllers in their hands, saw the game system, and realized that what she was seeing was a video game. A violent, bloody video game that was absolutely unsuitable for a four-year-old.
    “What on earth are you doing ?” Dropping the bags on the floor, she walked over to the couch and stood there glaring—not at both of them, because Tyler, having only ever been exposed to Pokémon video games at his friend Austin’s house and educationalvideo games at preschool, could hardly be blamed for this, but at Marco, who certainly could.
    “It’s Halo, Mom!” Tyler threw at her, barely taking the time to glance in her direction. Instantly refocusing on the TV, he bounced up and down in excitement. “Shoot, Trey, shoot!”
    But after one look at Sam’s face, “Trey” apparently had enough of a sense of self-preservation to know when to call a halt.
    “Time we took a break,” he said to Tyler, hitting a button that froze the action.
    “Mom, you’re interrupting the game!” Tyler howled, looking around at her for real now.
    “I got you some cars.” As a mother, one of Sam’s guiding principles had become that distraction works. That’s how she had gotten through the terrible twos with her sanity intact, as well as the troublesome threes and almost all of the fearsome fours (Tyler’s fifth birthday was

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