He wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. No one ever saw him when she was awake. He never left her bedroom when she was asleep. But there he was: in a cemetery with her half-wit of a brother pointing a shotgun at his face.
“Hello, asshole,” Michael said.
A mocking smile appeared on Keifers face. “What do you think you’re gonna do with that
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