Chapter 53
Hepplewhite, the dogs tugging frantically, found Grogan kneeling, hunched up by Jordan’s headless body. The three raiders had vanished.
Wide eyed, his stomach abruptly as cold as ice, Hepplewhite glanced round. Eventually: “What the tup happened?”
Grogan held up his arm, showing the crushed wrist and the useless hand. “She had a W-Cube.”
“Tupping s**t!” Hepplewhite looped the leads over a branch and came over.
“Treat this.” Grogan half stood, went grey with pain and sat back down again. “Then we’ll go after them.”
“Oh Yeah?” As he spoke, Hepplewhite knelt, searching in one of his many pockets. “Like tup. A W-cube? No way.”
“It won’t last much longer.” Grogan’s face twisted. “Those things take too much out of you. They’ll kill you if you’re not careful.”
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