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Michael’s first reaction was to defend himself. Before he even realized what he was doing, his fist automatically went to Budweiser’s face. Jon Budweiser still had the reflexes of a man from the hood. Always prepared for action he stepped back just in time, holding his phone above his head. “Don’t kill the messenger Michael,” he laughed. “I’m here for the same reason you are.”
Meanwhile Casey Deyoung had walked around the car. Now Michael and he were both facing the lost man. Two against one, they controlled the situation.
“What do you mean?” said Michael. “What do you think we’re doing here?”
“You were waiting for that filthy rat to show up, didn’t you? Our muslim brother.”
In a reflex Casey checked the situation at Kerr’s house and noticed the man on the porch had disappeared. “D
