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Edna and I quietly voiced our protest at moving forward. We both said we should wait for the police.
Jack and Mrs. Janowski were having none of it.
“The police will take too long,” Mrs. Janowski said.
“I can’t,” Jack said. “I can’t turn my back. It’s my family.”
“I didn’t say to turn your back,” I said. “But he’s dangerous, and we’re unarmed.”
“Who said we’re unarmed,” Mrs. Janowski said, flexing her arms. “We’ll jump him before he sees us. Three and a half against one.”
“Half?” Edna questioned.
“Jack only has one arm.”
Jack wasn’t listening; he was already to the stairs. We caught up to him just as he took his first step up.
“If the stairs creak, we run up,” he said. “He’ll hear us, and I’m not willing to turn around.”
Mrs. Janowski nodded. “Rush him. Got it.”
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