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“What’s in those crates?” I asked, gesturing toward the vehicle

“Nothing” He turned away

“So, if I tell the police that an SUV with your license plate followed me after my car was vandalized, that wouldn’t be a problem for you? Since you know so little about it”

He paused, but wouldn’t make eye contact “Do what you want,” Weis retorted over his shoulder as he went back into the house

I intended to do just that I ducked beside the SUV, where Weis couldn’t see me from the house and fished an old set of lock picks fro I hurried toward the back of the vehicle and jims My gaze shifting from the house to the boxes, I threw off one of the lids The close-up shots of what lay inside orth the profanities from Weis when he burst out the back door, and after one short second of sizing up the situation, started after me as fast as he could run

Chapter Fifteen

The sound of Weis charging out of his back door gave et away I pounded down the alley away fro at the top of his lungs

When does a Marine run froe Frankly, I ran because I was afraid I would break Weis’ neck if we got into a fight

I hadn’t co I needed was an assault and battery charge on top of everything else

Rounding the corner, I scanned the street and bolted into a convenience store three doors down Froh the plate glass front Weis cae in my back Great

Bending low to avoid being seen by Weis, I ignored the pain and crept toward the rear of the store A short, swarthy man with a pickle-shaped nose eyed the shelves and scribbled on a clipboard

“Excuseridiculous

Pickle Nose gave me a curious look

“Is there a back door?” I asked, with as much desperation as I could I jerked a thu me”

The ured he probably understood what being harassed was like