CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
I pivoted toward the noise, prepared for anything. From the dark woods, the footsteps continued, growing louder. I doubted it was Phyllis, because I was pretty sure she wasn’t stupid enough to go mano-a-mano with me within shouting distance of the cops. If she was going to shoot me, I would already be dead. When Two-Bit Terry emerged, the thought of throttling him crossed my mind just before a wave of relief washed over me at seeing a friend.
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