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“Don’t,” I said to Cain, hoping he’d get the un to the floor

“Moira, get the gun,” the man said I watched in disbelief as Cain’sHer eyes met her son’s, but she didn’t speak to him

As soon as she reached us, the man released me and shoved me forward Cain put me behind his back and kept his aro around him

“Ain’t that sweet, honey?” the one and got hilanced at his wife He took Cain’s gun and tucked it in his pants at his waist

“Let’s just go, Jimmy,” Moira said as she settled her hand on her husband’s arm

I saw a large suitcase sitting on the floor near the door and another s next to it

Jiuy, but not as heavily built as Cain His hair was dark, but it looked like a bad dye job He earing dirty jeans and a stained, button-up shirt A long black trench coat hung off his narrow shoulders I wondered if he’d worn a similar coat when he’d attacked his son ten years earlier…it would have been easy to hide a knife in the folds of a coat like that

Jimmy studied his son for a htly “Look at hiun in Cain’s direction “Seen that look in his eyes before,” he murmured “Boy thinks he can come between us like he did when he was a kid”

“No, Jimmy,” Moira said quickly as her eyes flicked to Cain “If we just tie ‘em up like you said-”

“Shut the fuck up, Moira!” he shouted “You so stupid you can’t see it?” he added To Cain he said, “That’s right, ain’t it, boy…you’re gonna keep huntin us”

I wasn’t surprised when Cain didn’t answer

“See, Moira,” Jily

As he raised his ar in front of the gun “No, baby, he won’t He’ll listen to me”