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CLIVE JERKED THE TRUCK to the side and grabbed his pistol tighter. Masterson was coming up behind him. That damned doctor was not going to ruin this for him.
Not until he got his answers. He wrapped his free hand in the girl’s red hair. “Come on. We’re getting out. Going to take care of your boyfriend. Then you and I are going to finish this.”
She fought. Clawed and snarled like a little kitten. She wasn’t much bigger than one, it seemed.
He had a good two hundred pounds on this girl. It was easy to drag her out of the truck. Even with her fighting.
Clive lost his grip on her, and the girl fell to the ground in front of him, landing on her hands in the loose gravel.
Nate Masterson’s truck squealed to a stop.
Clive took aim and fired at the center of the windshield.