THIRTY-SEVEN
For some reason, all of this stemmed from his month on the island. "Now what?" Cory asked. "Now we take the girl back upstairs so she doesn't have to watch." He shook his head. "Wouldn't want her to be damaged for life, would we?" He shooed Cory with his gun. "Now get going." Cory must get this man to talk more. Perhaps talk about the reasons behind all of this. "Before you kill me, don't you think I have the right to know why you want me dead?" The man laughed, and the recognizable sound grated on Cory's memory, but still nothing surfaced. "What makes you think you deserve that?" "Why wouldn't I?" Cory snapped. "Every man sentenced to die gets one last wish." "You're wasting time." "Then tell me." The other man growled. "If you had just left well enough alone and kept your nose
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