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THE SUV HIT MR. CROWLEY from the back, pinning him under the front tire. There weren’t enough people out on the sidewalk to mistake Ray for anything other than an early morning drunk driver, and those who did see what happened weren’t the types to get involved in somebody else’s business.
Crowley howled in pain, trying to extract his crushed shin out from under the heavy tire. He wrenched the skin further from the muscle with every twitch and was frantically trying to figure out the best way to escape when Ray opened the driver’s side door and caught him in the face, denting the metal.
“Didn’t see that one coming, did you?”
“A life of crutches will be short. But yours will be shorter.”
Ray opened the back of the SUV.
“My guess is you don’t want me backing the car off you, so you’v
