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I recognized the voice as belonging to Skull, Robbie's brother. He smacked his club into the palm of his hand. His mouth twisted into a sneer. I couldn't see his eyes but I didn't want to.
"Jesus, Skull!" Robbie shouted. "What are you doing here?"
"Coming to get you, you little s**t. Get out here now."
Robbie swore under his breath. "Sorry, Cassie. I'll go talk to him."
I eyed Skull and his friend, still thumping their clubs into their palms like they wanted to do some damage. "I don't think he'll listen."
"Probably not."
"Let me talk to him." I went to open the glass door that led out to the porch, but Becky grabbed my arm.
"You can't go out there!" she cried, tightening her hold. "He'll hurt you."
"We don't know that."
"She's right," Robbie said, grimly. "You have to stay in
