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With that, I patched lue on my arm that really required stitches when Bob burst back in, winded, shoulders slumped

“Followed the trail,” he said, surveying the auze pads I’d applied to his fingertips “It went cold after the creek doays”

“Tires?”

“No Not that I saw Just feet”

“There’s supposed to be a car,” I hissed, looking over at the guy Greg, he’d called himself

“Might be Just couldn’t see where they headed Give ain”

“It will be too late,” I said, shakingstrip on someone named Richard Potter’s land”

“Shit,” Bob gru his head

“What?”

“No e get on his property He’s got it heavily guarded And he’s a real sonofabitch Local heroin dealer,” Bob told me

So she was going to be on a plane before we could get to her

Bad shit could happen on a plane

And she would have no chance of escape

“Fuck,” I hissed, sla my fist down on the counter

“You want me to call the law in?” Bob asked, tone dubious

“Does it look like I want the law here?” I growled, waving a hand at my destruction

“Had to offer it You want, I can start getting so”

My head whipped over at that, brows furrowed

“What?” I asked, taken aback since that was not so you heard from someone

“What what?” Bob asked, tucking his hands into his pockets “You think normal men live alone in the woods like this?” he asked

“Fair point,” I agreed “Hypothetically, how many bodies are buried on this land?”

“Hypothetically, it’s the reason shit is so green and lush around here,” Bob said, s

“Alright then Yeah Graves My tea, but…”

“But they’ll be stiff and stinking before they land,” Bob said, nodding “Sorry I couldn’t find your girl”

“It’s not your fault,” I told hi my head

It was my job to protect her

I was the one who fucked up

The vision of her reaching forforhten painfully

Fro back with a wheelbarrohere he hauled the first of the men

“You don’t have a shovel,” I said, shaking my head