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'Why don't you turn around before you trip?' he told Lisa. |
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Instead of obeying, she halted, crouched, spread her arms and growled. |
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Trev aimed his gun at her face. 'Keep moving.' |
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The girl from the trunk continued walking forward, but Sandy pranced up behind Lisa and slapped the side of her head. 'Do like he tells you,' she said. |
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Lisa whirled around. 'You bitch!' she snapped. 'We can take him!' |
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'You're dumber than a dead dog's butt, girl. He'd put holes in us sure.' |
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'He won't shoot us.' Lisa bared her teeth at him. 'You like us, don't you.' It wasn't a question. 'You want to save us, don't you.' |
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'My own skin comes first, Lisa,' he told her. |
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She lurched toward Sandy and grabbed the woman's arm. 'Come on. Help me.' |
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'Not on your life, gal.' Sandy tugged her arm from Lisa's grip and the blast of a gunshot crashed in Trev's ears and Lisa's head jerked sideways as if it had been kicked. A mess flew out from her left temple. |
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He dropped to a crouch as Lisa toppled to the pavement. Sandy threw herself flat by the curb. The girl from the trunk turned around slowly as if confused. |
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'Get down!' Trev yelled at her. |
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Another shot. A bullet kicked sparks off the hood of a parked car. The way the girl leaped backward, it must've just missed her. She squatted quickly beside the car. |
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