Chapter 18“Did he...?”
But she shook her head and coughed with a laugh.
“No,” she replied, still chuckling. “I guess those weren’t designed to be used as personal defense weapons. Plus he had a pretty thick layer of blubber protecting his evil black heart, so that probably kept him alive, too.”
We both grinned, as I took her hand in mine again. She turned her eyes up, trying to suppress her tears, and very quietly thanked me. Then she let out a long breath and fiddled with the napkin in her hand.
“So, anyway, I guess it sorta distracted him long enough so I could make my escape. I just went over to a friend’s apartment... this guy I knew. He was a trucker, but not one of those, uh, what do ya call ‘em? Long-haul guys. He was just some guy I met at a bar... He and one of his friends pla
