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Chapter 22 Paul escapes
Paul Sicarius had been doomed from the start. He narrowly avoided the police searching the streets for him, and his leg had gotten worse. He noticed his lower leg had a red streak coming up his veins. He was numb where the knife wound was. He hadn't had time to re dress his bandage. It made him sick thinking about it. He finally got a full night's rest. He hid the Miller's Jeep in some thick vegetation under an overpass. He saw a small stream of running water and got out to get a drink. He rose slowly and felt very light headed. He knelt down by the stream with his bad leg out straight, he couldn't bend it. He used his hand to lower himself to a seated position and scooped up some water to drink. He had to lean forward to do this. He suddenly lost his balance and slid into the stream. He c
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