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Rocky was released with a warning and instructed not to leave town. Rocky had smirked. Where the hell would he go? That young cop was a real hard-ass with his empty threats. Rocky didn’t care for threats, not that they had anything on him.
A light rain had begun to fall. Peering up at the pale gray clouds covering the sky horizon to horizon, he shook his head. Did it always have to rain in this damn town?
He had wanted to move farther south. Somewhere in California or Florida would have been nice, but Trudy had insisted on Oregon. Damn weather made his bones ache just like Seattle had. Would he ever feel warm again?
Pulling his keys from the pocket of his sport coat, he approached his blue pickup. He unlocked the door and climbed in. The bench seat sighed under his weight.
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