Enemies
Kensley picked up his pace and hurried over. When he opened the door he heard Mandy’s sharp voice ring out. “Get your dirty hands off her!” Kensley’s eyes trained on the figures standing under a small ring of light in the middle of the dark room. “Mandy, mind your own business,” a man shouted menacingly. Kensley watched as Mandy trembled but held her ground, firmly planting herself in front of her sobbing colleague. “Back off, Mitchell, or I’m calling the cops.” Mitchell turned to look at the other men and laughed hysterically. “Are you stupid?! Don’t you know Fred’s uncle is the police chief and George’s father is the state attorney general? We can squash anyone in this town.” The three men started laughing. The man named Fred looked Mandy from head to toe then licked his lips s
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