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Leonard Williams waited. He shivered as the bitterly cold night air closed around him, biting through his clothing, chilling him to his core. His arms, and his leg ached mercilessly, and he struggled to keep his mind focused on something other than the constant pain.
He stared at the car watching Miranda as she sat in relative comfort, sealed inside the vehicle with the heater churning a constant flow of air warmed by the running engine. The interior light was burning, and he could see her clearly. She sat in the driver’s seat, her head back, resting against the headrest. Occasionally her head jerked forward, as if she might have briefly fallen asleep, and woke with a start.
“Ffff…uckin’ bb…itch!” he chattered, his teeth clacking noisily.
She would be tired, he thought, but she woul
