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Well, that was productive. I’d lost a pair of shoes, and for what? Confirmation that Renee wasn’t being a drama queen after all. Confirmation that Ben’s father was scared, and that he was probably in over his head. Who was I kidding? If JD had gone to the trouble of getting a gun recently (not that it takes much trouble in Florida), he was definitely in over his head. This is all information I could have done without.
I headed toward the convenience store, picking my way even more carefully across the gravel and bits of glass. At least they’d given me a tetanus shot in the hospital. The store wasn’t big, maybe fifteen feet deep by forty feet in length, but it took me a moment to get oriented. A metal gate stretched down the middle of the building, with an outside door on the far side
