“She held her elbows as she walked, as if to hold the tension in. Morgan sat with his feet up in a lawn chair. Sean had brought a straight backed chair out from the kitchen. He sat in front of his house watching his two visitors, fearing an explosion of violence any minute. He had felt their anger when they returned, only moments ago. While Morgan related the morning’s events, Sean’s feelings went from worry through horror, rage, fear and grief. Now he sat numb, hoping “the kids” as he now thoug...ht of them, would not do anything rash. “First, we need some answers,” Felicity told no one in particular. “Why didn’t he kill us right then and there?” “No need,” Morgan answered. “Besides, he knew I had a pistol under this blazer, and that I’d have made quite a mess before I went down. Maybe even got lucky and nailed him.” “You hurt him, lad,” Sean said. “He told you so. And now he’s hurt you. This morning was just to show you his power. Can’t you just let it lie?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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