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She was at the car when he jumped to his feet He didn’t think, just sprinted as fast as he could toward the Oldsmobile He saw her stop by the driver’s door and ai as a bullet kicked up not a foot froine revved God, she was fast

He watched her throw the car in reverse, watched her back it out of the narrow driveway onto the s close to that el the paint job on the car, which was nice of her because the government was never pleased when it had to repaint bureau cars

He was running after her again, knowing he had to do so that he was a fool and an inco

Her father had beat her and fondled her and humiliated her in the sanitarium? He’d been the one to put her there in the first place?

Why?

It was nuts, the whole thing And that’s why she hadn’t told hirilled, and the whole thing did sound crazy

"Rein in, Quinlan," Dillon shouted froone"

He turned to see Dillon run up behind him "Last time I checked your speed on the track you couldn’t beat an accelerating Olds"

"Yeah, yeah Damn, it’s all my fault You don’t have to say it"

"There’s hardly any need to say it How did she get your gun?"

Quinlan turned to his longtime friend, shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and said in the most bewildered voice Dillon had ever heard fro to make her understand that I’d done what I had to do and I wasn’t betraying her, really I wasn’t, and I thought perhaps she was co around

"Looks like I really screwed up on this one I never felt a thing Nothing Then she told ut She was"

"I don’t think I like having a partner who’s so besotted that he can’t even keep his own gun in his holster"