Clayton R. Douglas______ 65,788 words

“Make sure the door is locked, Clark, I'll be right back.” I hollered over my shoulder. I pulled a pair of jeans on over my shorts, checked the nine-millimeter pistol's clip and slid it into my waistband. A jacket to cover it and I was ready, hoping I was wrong, fear that I wasn't formed a solid burning knot in my stomach. ................
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