60 Jason
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CHASE PUT UP A GOOD fight. We struggled for a few more minutes but, unfortunately, I lost my grip on the g*n. He managed to grab ahold of it and crawl off of me.
“You’re f*****g crazy,” he said, breathing heavily.
I had to get out of there. I was not going to prison.
Chase backed away, the g*n aimed in my direction. “Get up.”
I stood up slowly. “I wasn’t really going to shoot you,” I lied.
“Right. Put your hands in the air.”
I raised them just as an old antique vase flew off of the fireplace mantle, making us both jump.
I grunted. “What do you know? Maybe there really are ghosts here.”
“That was just the wind,” Chase replied. “You shot out the balcony door.”
I could hear people running down the hallway. I glanced toward the secret entrance I’d taken to get insi
