He stared at me, then looked at my boys in the truck, then back at me like he was trying to figure out why I wasn’t rattled. Finally he muttered, “Don’t say nobody warned you,” and left.
Caleb counted on his fingers. “That’s three.”
“Yep.”
“She keeps sending people.”
“She does.”
“She’s not coming herself.”
“Not yet.”
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