Chapter FifteenAs the old man approached, Terrick whispered, “Don't make a move.”
Clare realized that not for the first time in her life, she was totally out of her depth. The night her parents had died, it was all bluster and phony confidence that had gotten her back into her house. Now her confidence was hanging by a thread. Physically she was a wreck and Terrick knew this. If he couldn't diffuse this situation and something bad happened, she was done for.
Before she could take another breath, the old man had entered their booth and sat next to her, looking back and forth between the two of them.
“Steady, neighbour,” Terrick said in a low voice. “This booth is taken.” A click under the table reinforced the steely gaze as Terrick c****d the hammer of his until-now concealed pistol.
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