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Conor and I pulled into the Ben Avery Shooting Range parking lot a few minutes before Caden, who arrived decked out in his body armor and gear.
“How’s Juanita this morning?” I asked as he approached the Gray Ghost.
“Pissed that she’s on a clear liquid diet. Pissed that I had to leave. Pissed that you’re not there.”
“So pretty much her usual self.”
He shrugged. “For the most part. Still having problems with speaking, walking, and some fine motor skills, but the doctors are optimistic that will come back with therapy.”
“Good to hear.” The fact that she was improving eased the guilt of my impending departure but only a little.
I pulled out a printed map of the area. “On to the business at hand. Peyton’s only expecting me. He’s supposed to come alone himself. However, I don’t trust h
