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I’d been driving Win to God-knows-where with a gun pointed at my ribs. This had been our quiet time where each of us had been figuring out our next move. I felt the nervous tickle of sweat inch down my neck. I was at a distinct disadvantage for planning since I didn’t know where we were going and what plans Win had in mind. I just knew my plan better be a damn good one if I lived to see another day. Win sat close against the door as far away from me as he could, which wasn’t far in a Porsche, to prevent me from attacking him. I wished there was a button I could push that would spring open the door and send him sailing in the wind. He seemed to read my mind as he glanced at me with that same sinister look perfected with a slightly devilish smile. The smile of a mad man. For a moment I w
