CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Hank was on his feet instantly.
He grabbed the fishing knife hanging on the wall. Not much of a weapon but better than nothing. I looked around for anything else we could use.
"Back window," Hank whispered. "Go."
The window was small. Barely big enough to fit through. I pushed it open as quietly ...
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4. Four
5. Five
6. CHAPTER SIX
7. Seven
8. Eight
9. Nine
10. Ten
11. Eleven
12. Twelve
13. Thirteen
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15. Fifteen
16. Sixteen
17. Seventeen
18. Eighteen
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23. CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
24. CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
25. TWENTY FIVE
26. TWENTY SIX
27. TWENTY SEVEN
28. TWENTY EIGHT
29. TWENTY NINE
30. CHAPTER THIRTY
31. CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
32. CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
33. CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
34. CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
35. CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
36. CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
37. CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
38. CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
39. CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
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