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When the station wagon drew abreast of the dusty dirt road that led up to the porch of the Culver house, Pamela turned the wheel, guiding the car to its familiar parking spot close to the house, and stopped.

All of her movements were careful and methodical, partaking of the stealth of a criminal who has plotted his felony for months in advance and knows exactly which step to take next in the course of the final execution of his crime.

She locked the ignition, removed the keys, stepped out of the car and went into the house.

Here, she dropped the keys on a small table beside the door and went upstairs to her bedroom.