He had never pulled a gun. I tucked the gun down the front of my pants, towels clutched to mychest and stomach, and opened the door. Ask a nurse. By the time I crawled to the very edge of the bushes one painful inch at a time, I was sweating and it was only partially from heat.
His hand was enough longer than mine that shaking was a little awkward, but we managed. Jarman's body was wedged in the door. We got a phone call from a state trooper that told us she was dead. He's bound to resent another male coming into his turf.
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