~ Forty Four ~
“Karen!” the urgency in his voice couldn’t be ignored, “Karen, open the back door!” He turned and fired into the person he missed just seconds before. It was poorly placed so he shot again, this time dropping the man. He hit the button again, “Karen! Now, please!” He turned to check his back. From the far side of the parking lot, he spotted a person get up from under a small tree. He raised his pistol but hesitated. The person, a woman he thought, looked intoxicated. Her stride turned into a stagger then she fell over between two parked cars. The door opened behind him. Both Malcolm and Karen were there, reaching out for Sheryl. Turner caught the door in his hand but waited on following them in. He watched as the woman in the parking lot struggled to find her feet. She managed once the
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