Chapter 11
They led us downstairs, the three of us with two guns pointed at our backs, one of said weapons held by the man I loved―and not once, but twice. Talk about not being able to pick them.
Oh, and here, here was my actual midlife crisis, except it seemed that I was at the end of my life. Ironic, huh?
“Look,” I said as we reached the living room, panic and fear rising up from my belly like so much molten lava. “We’re not going to say anything. Even if we did, no one would believe us. No one has so far, right?”
“That cop would,” said Bing. “He’s on the up and up. Everyone else in this Podunk town was smart enough to keep their traps shut. Not him, though. He obviously didn’t know that it was stupid to cross us.”
“Is that what your mom did?” I asked. “Did she cross you?”
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