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My parking lot looked like a circus. A tragic circus.
Five police cars, three ambulances, my mother’s car, and two other cars with Leo’s family. Not to mention the reporters trying to get past the police line.
I was seated on the back of an ambulance; a paramedic tried to examine me while I glanced around.
After arresting Pete and the second bodyguard, and loading Jimmy and Eric into ambulances and dispatching them to the hospital, the police officers walked around the ranch, collecting evidence and such.
Still shaking, Hilary sat by another ambulance with my crying mother beside her. My mother had already embraced and kissed me thousands of times since she arrived. She also apologized repeatedly for not noticing anything weird about Eric before. But it wasn’t her fault. It was nob
