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“Or else what?” a male runner asked

“Or else this” Adam pulled a Glock 19 from his pocket

“He has a gun,” someone yelled

“Run!”

Her fellow joggers scattered

Kelly tightened her grip on the kid, transferred her weight to her back leg and executed a front snap kick, knocking the gun out of Adam’s hand She felt more than heard a crack, and knew her contact broke at least one bone

Theon the grass six feet away

“Oh, shit,” the brother said, looking as if he wanted to run Or maybe hurl

“She broke ht hand with his left “You bitch”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noted one of her fellow runners on a cell phone She wished she could access hers but she didn’t dare shift her attention

“Get the gun, Caleb,” Adam ordered, his face contorted with obvious pain

“Just walk away, Caleb,” Kelly said, knowing he wanted to and was the weaker link “The cops are on their way”

Caleb’s eyes greide and he looked around

Yeah, you think about that, you scu to put as much distance between them as possible

Cursing viciously, Adam advanced She could incapacitate this jerk in tifta forty-pound hysterical kid If she put hirip—Caleb could snatch him and haul butt

So her black belt wasn’ton here before she released Jason—if that was even his name—to tlifes she was now convinced bore no relation to him at all And if they were fa place

“Cal to move backward “Let’s talk about this More police will be here any second” Yeah, and where the hell are they?

“Get the gun, Caleb,” Adam shouted

The harshness of the order apparently decided Caleb, and he moved toward the Glock