o the back of Bertrand's right hand
down the porch steps. He landed on his knees on the last step, cradling
orch and planted himself in
ng down at Bertrand without a trace of sympathy. Bertrand, clutc
age mute! How d
, the steel ball aimed right between Bertrand's eyebro
on Kahlil's solid forearm. Kahlil's taut muscles relaxed
," Alexis said, her voice freezing. "Take one more
feet, pushed his crooked glasses up his n
ng to the town sheriff's offi
ack Chevrolet SUVs sped toward the gate, tires crunching over gravel, kickin
, Arthur Tucker, stepped out in a striped suit, sweating profusely. He
t two, dark gray tactical jacket, broad shoulders, narrow waist, black crew cut, jawline shar
scraping to this young man, and
tion Lloyd. The man she had been entangled with in the basement in
own the surge in her chest. Why had he
erceptibly, and landed on Alexis. In the depths of his eyes,
rrying him up the steps with suffoca
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