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CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 17 KENNEDY WANTED TO GET out of the van, too, but there was so much glass around her she couldn’t move. The police were here now. That was what really mattered. They would find Gino, put him behind bars where he belonged. Kennedy could go to her aunt’s tomorrow — or was it technically today by now? When she returned to campus next month, she wouldn’t have to worry about panic attacks or post-traumatic stress disorder or anything like that. Gino would face justice. So would Vinny. And she could focus on school. Everything would return to normal, and she would be just fine. “All right, miss, let’s take a look at your arm.” A mustached policeman leaned down near Kennedy’s splintered window. He shined the flashlight at her. “Nope. That ain’t glass.” He straightened up, c****d his
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