Chapter 18
Atlanta, GA
Charles
LANCE SUDDENLY LET out a deep-throated growl and a man with a gun in his hand stepped out from behind the shrubbery. He turned to face us, which was a mistake, because the move left Lance to one side of him and just a few feet from his outstretched hand.
Without missing a beat, Lance launched himself at the man and in a second had his jaws around the man’s hand. The gun fell to the ground, and Philip and I rushed forward and jumped the intruder. Actually, Philip rushed forward, and I limped after him as best as I could. After a brief struggle, we had him on the ground, on his stomach, with his hands bent painfully behind him. Philip grabbed one of the rocks that served as a border around a flower bed, hit the guy on the head with it, and he went limp.
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