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The ht his arms up and broke the hold They faced off and circled each other
“I think a broken prolob of spit and blood off his face with the back of his hand This wasn’t his first fight against someone who didn’t play by the rules Fine with him Jake tried to keep himself between the killer and Claire behind the bar He wouldn’t leave her vulnerable One way or another, he’d take this psycho out He brought up his ared
Oh My God
Claire tossed the hose into the sink Her stoet here? She’d pressed the panic alaro Dread made her body heavy What if the Voice of Doom had cut the alarm?
TheThe killer came out on top and puain when Jake pushed the Voice of Doom off and assuer
She grabbed the first weapon she found—a heavy glass beer pitcher fro rack The only problem? What in the hell was she supposed to do with it? If only she…
The gun
Grunts and groans filled her ears She dropped to her knees to find where the gun had fallen Frantic, she felt along the floorboards She cheered silently when she saw it near the bottom of the ice machine
Exalted, she swiped it off the floor She stood, spread her feet shoulder width apart and bent her knees slightly The gun felt cold when she gripped the handle with both hands Her first i Jake She raised the gun toward the ceiling Her heart hammered as she waited for the Voice of Doom to separate from Jake
She hurried around to the front of the bar The fighters seeer, but the ht advantage They grappled on the floor, turned into a small round table, knocked it down The killer rolled on top of Jake, but he flipped the otherhard, they sized each other up like boxers at the beginning of the tenth round
Doubt seized her The gun trembled in her hands What if she missed? What if she hit Jake instead? Her heart pounded in her ears There may not be another chance She had to do it now
Claire lowered the gun and ai her hands to calun cracked to life and bounced her arms back
The killer shrieked A warh her body as blood spread across the seat of his jeans She’d hit him in the ass
It was just a flesh wound so the