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"He’s Sander Scotini," Brandt said

My mouth opened, but no words cauy who’d h This puny little pipsqueak was Sander Scotini? And then suddenly I wanted to punch him This puny little pipsqueak was Sander Scotini?

"Oh, is he?" I ain, I blocked hi easily in his path so I could face off with good ol’ Sander myself "Why don’t you let aze, I save hi skeeved hied a step back

Good I liked unsettling hi casually his way "A little far frolance toward the house, but heanywhere near it until he went through h, he scratched the back of his neck "I need to talk to Caroline"

I shook my head and bunched up my mouth as if I had to think about that Then I said, "No You really don’t"

The idiot puffed up his chest--all twenty centimeters of it--and lifted that prissy combed eyebrow of his "I ca to talk to her I’d like to see you try to stop rabbed the front of his pink--yes, pink--collared, polyester shirt and flung hiainst the side of the house Then I pinned his windpipe in place withsound that came from his throat as he floundered helplessly was h, because he yelped in fear and raced for the back door of the house

Brandt, on the other hand, bounced on his toes, his eyes lighting with delight before he , "Cool"

I leaned close to the fucker, as obviously hard of hearing, so he could catch every word I had to say "Now, here’s what you’re really going to do, Sandy You’re going to walk out of this yard and crawl back under whichever hole you caain Capiche?"

Before he could choke out an answer, the back door ca open

Damn

Eyewitnesses

"What in the world--" a wide-eyed Caroline started while Aspen filled the doorway behind her