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Lucas and the others were already racing towards me. I stopped them. "Call the police. That might be a bomb. It's too weird to be anything good. The box is just outside that concrete wall."
Marshall joined us. "I ran through the club and checked the exits. Several people had left, and I think one of them was our stalker -- right age and description."
Three police cars pulled up at the club. I pointed out the box to one of them from the main door. They cleared the area of people and blocked off the street in both directions. The bomb squad truck arrived, and soon a little robot they called the wheelbarrow trundled down the street on treads towards the ribbon wrapped beige box.
The technician in the truck manipulated the robot's 'hands' to unwrap the ribbon, and open the small box. Inside were a dead rat and five equally dead white mice. They'd each been brutally stabbed.
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