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her pony tail and pulled, trying not to hurt her but applying enough force to give her the message. She stoop up. Left hand gripping the pony tail, right hand pressing the shotgun to her spine, he guided her toward the alley. |
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'Just stay cool,' he said. 'You'll be all right. Just keep walking. You'll be fine.' |
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He hoped nobody was coming up behind him. |
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Only once did the girl try to struggle free. Trev yanked her hair back and jabbed the muzzle into her back, and she yelped and settled down. |
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'It's OK,' he told her. 'It's OK. We're almost there.' |
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He swung her into the alley. The car was there, and he heard the rain drumming on it as he pushed the girl closer to its rear. 'Get down,' he said. |
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She tried to turn around, so he tugged her pony tail. She went to her knees. He nudged her with his knee until she turned sideways. Then he forced her down onto the pavement. He stepped over her. With a foot on her rump to keep her from getting up, he propped his shotgun against the bumper. He dug out his keys and unlocked the trunk. |
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He straddled her, jammed his hands under her armpits, and picked her up. The girl squirmed. She kicked backward, the heel of her shoe striking his shin. 'Damn it!' he gasped, and shoved her headfirst into the trunk. Then he slipped a hand under her skirt, clutched the side of her right thigh, and swung her legs up and over the side. She tumbled into the dark trunk. He slammed the lid. |
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