Chapter 14 · free to read
Eleven weeks ago I had never held a gun. That night I found out I could clear a four-foot gap over a lane at a dead run.
He had four men and the roofs. I had a phone with one photograph on it and about ninety seconds of luck left in me.
Twenty minutes of drowned lanes at sixty. I put my forehead between her shoulder blades and did not let go once.
Neither of us said anything. In this family that is how everything important has always been decided.
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