CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
I was in the midst of cuffing Troy, when he rolled over and shoved me back. One cuff dangled from his arm. I stumbled but somehow managed to stay upright. Troy’s eyes looked wild. Oh, for God’s sake. This was the downside of working solo on this shit.
As Troy wobbled his way into a crouch, I ran out the door and down the stairs, where I waited beside a short retaining wall supporting the sloping lawn. Eventually, Troy stumbled down the front steps, still a bit woozy from the stun gun, the dangling cuff now a potential weapon. I didn’t wait for him to come to me. Instead, I made like a heat-seeking missile and went straight for him.
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