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“It’s bad, man I’d tell you to leave your lady inside but you won’t be able to protect her This shit happened on her turf”

So to work a puzzle with toopieces Randon hurriedly dressed with his phone in hand “Are you here?”

“No, ood and all that Where the fuck do you think I aeant’s front yard Get your ass out here!”

Randon tried not to wake her He glanced at the clock and noted the time before he tiptoed out of the room It wasn’t even five-thirty yet They’d been in bed a few hours, but hardly long enough for a good night’s sleep

As he walked toward the front door, Randon could hear the coh and low bea cars flashed in front of the s “Shit” He rushed outside and came to an abrupt halt, unable to believe his eyes

He couldn’t see the bodies for the investigators, street cops, and onlookers, but he knew the victi his lunch and dinner fro his wo for their lives, doing their best to protect them!

By the tiht stance, Sheriff McKinney was in sight, rushing his way He pushed several people aside before he reached him “Like I said before, you seem to be everywhere these crimes occur”

“I didn’t have anything to do with this”

“Want to tell me why three of your buddies are dead and you’re the only one alive?”

Kurt appeared then, too “You okay?”

“Yeah” He turned to the sheriff “Wait a minute Did you say three?”

“Three not enough for you?”

He looked at Kurt “Who’s eant, there were four Bold and Free riders out here”

“Four?” The sheriff jotted down some notes “You’re sure?”

“Positive” He pointed at the motorcycles parked under her carport “Who rode with Mac last night?”