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CLIVE HAD NO IDEA WHERE he was taking her. He kept one hand on the wheel and the other on the pistol. She was huddled against the door, looking small and scared.
Making him feel like a total ass. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Then why did you do this?”
“Life. I need life.”
“What?”
“Jay’s dead. I need to understand why he did it. What is so special about that twin of yours that he’d die to get her? Tell me. Help me understand.”
Clive continued to question her as he drove the miles out toward her daddy’s home. Where his boy had done something so wrong he’d died for it.
He didn’t see the huge, flashy truck that belonged to her boyfriend until it was almost too late.
Clive swerved.
The girl screamed out, calling that damned doctor’s name. The hope and fear in her tone echoed through his head.