Chapter Twelve

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Sarah heard Jacob run down the stairs.

"How do they know?" He demanded.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"I hear sirens! How do they know?" He was shuffling through a desk.

"I told you! You son of a bitch! They're coming for you!" Sarah screamed.

He pulled a pistol out of the drawer. That shut her up. He walked over and pressed the barrel to her forehead.

"If you're going to kill me, you're going to look me in the eyes and watch the life drain out of then." Sarah said defiantly.

His grip faltered. "I'll shoot you."

"No you wont."

His head snapped up at the sound of a knock at the door. He lowered the gun to her right leg and shot five times. She almost blacked outright there. She screamed, loudly. He hopped up and ran out a backdoor.

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