Sam stared at Ash. Neither of them moved a muscle. Sam’s hand still rested on his gun - he was loath to point it at a man he considered one of the few friends they actually had - a man he thought was dead until an hour before. Finally, Ash spoke. “Ellen wasn’t with Bobby when I spoke to him. Dude, something wrong?”
Sam shifted his grip, flexing his
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