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Picking up his shotgun, he hurried to the driver's door. Francine unlocked it for him. He climbed in, jerked the door shut, and locked it. 'Everything OK?' he asked. |
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'What happened?' Francine asked. 'What did you put in the trunk?' |
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'You're taking her with us?' |
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'It was either that or kill her.' |
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'You should've killed her.' |
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'I told you, she's just a kid. She didn't ask for any of this. She's a victim, same as everyone else.' |
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'We heard some shots,' Lisa said. |
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Trev poked his key into the ignition and started the car. He turned on the headlights. 'That was me. Three of them tried to nail me when I came out of O'Casey's.' |
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'Are you all right?' Lisa asked him. |
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'I had to drop a couple.' |
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'And bring one along,' Francine muttered. |
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'I'm fine.' He started backing the car out of the alley. |
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'Did you find the address?' Lisa asked. |
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'Yeah, I got it.' Eyes on the rearview mirror, he swung the car onto Third Street. He started forward. |
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