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Ava was finally tired of sitting on her beloved lounge chair on the sunny patio. It now had two bullet holes and blood stains. David wanted information, and she wasn’t going to give it. They were at an impasse. The others tried to reason with him, but it was only making matters worse. While he curbed his volatile anger, it only made him more stubborn and determined not to budge.
“Do you mind if I get up?” Ava asked. The nick on her arm had stopped bleeding, but she could really use a warm washcloth and a change of clothes.
“Yes, I mind!” David barked.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Greyson said. “We’ve been out here for twenty minutes. Put your gun down. She’s unarmed.”
David laughed. “All you see is a woman, don’t you?”
“An injured woman,” Greyson said.
Ava watched as David compos
