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Without the women, he would've been at the Chidi house by now. But he couldn't leave Francine to die from her wound or be killed by any of the crazies he sometimes glimpsed in the distance. Nor could he allow the other three to run wild and maybe kill innocent people. |
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For one reason or another, all four women were here because of him. They were in his care. They were his responsibility. He planned to make sure they lived through the night. |
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No matter how much they slowed him down. |
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Only a couple more blocks to go, he told himself. |
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Lisa was the worst. She kept walking backward, staring at him and Francine. Trev was sure that his gun was the only thing that kept her from attacking. |
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The girl from the trunk behaved herself. She walked beside Sandy, her head low. Trev supposed that her injuries must've taken her spunk out. |
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Sandy hadn't caused much trouble, so far. She'd thrown Maureen's trench coat to the pavement soon after they began their journey, and Trev had told her to put it back on. She'd drawled, 'You aim to plug me if I don't?' and kept on walking. He had decided it wasn't worth fighting about. And he found that he didn't mind watching her stride along, naked except for her socks and sneakers. Sometimes, she turned around, grinning and rubbing herself. Trev wasn't sure whether she was trying to be seductive in hopes of getting close so she could put her teeth into him, or whether she was simply aroused by the feel of the rain. |
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