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STAY CLOSE, NOVAC!
Adrenaline
pumped through Jessi with as much velocity as gale force winds and she got an instant
headache. While she rubbed her temples she did some erratic pacing from the
back door to the front door to the bathroom, waiting for the slightest sound
that would indicate she was under siege. The same helpless feeling that plagued
her in New York had returned. The only difference was instead of being
surrounded by millions of New Yorkers, she was isolated on a lonely stretch of
beach where no one would stumble across her until the stench of decomposition
attracted attention. A worse thought played across her mind – what if Ian and the
fancy pants thug turned her into a shark snack? Oh God! She thought about her
parents. While they drove her up a wall with their constant bickering, she
still loved them and didn’t want them to suffer the pain of losing their only
child.
Well,
she wouldn’t go down easy. She wrung her hands and tried to come up with a
brilliant plan.
She
needed an equalizer.
A quick
rummage through the kitchen drawers produced a mountain of plastic spoons. Great.
Ian Alexander and his accomplice better watch out. One false move and they’d be
pulling plasticware from their ribs. Jessi groaned.
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