Chapter 18“I knew that guy was trouble,” said Wendice, his hands on his face and his arms trembling. The video had just shown the two masked men with guns exiting the house with their captives. “I worried what would happen if he ever showed up, looking for her. Oh God.” His voice waned.
Lumbergh and Holman shot glares at each other.
“Wait, you know who one of these guys is?” Lumbergh asked, moving around the side of the dresser.
Wendice growled in frustration. “No, not the guys with the masks!” His head spun to Lumbergh, red eyes glistening. “Sean!” he shouted. “She told me about him. She told me his story . . . and their past. The guy’s a f*****g loser. And then he shows up here out of the blue tonight, and suddenly people with guns are breaking in through the front door?”
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