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I froze and held up my hands even though I wasn’t the one he was ordering. What the hell was going on?
Muffin, for the first time in her life, did what she was told to do. She stopped mid-dance, her hands flying into the air.
Cops swarmed the pond. Rizza flashed a badge at them when he was ordered to lower his gun.
“The one you’re looking for is in the pit,” Rizza told the cops, still keeping his gun pointed at Muffin.
Muffin’s breathing grew irregular and heavy. She was panting as her eyes bulged.
“Hey,” a cop called to Rizza. “Isn’t that Bonnie Lane Gatlin?”
“She’s not your concern,” Rizza barked.
The cop moved closer to Muffin for a better look, still maintaining a safe distance. “It is. She’s a wanted woman,” the cop said, turning his gun on Muffin. “I’ve been staring at her
