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"Oh crap," I muttered, and turned to run.
And was stopped within a step by the report of Capano's gun being fired and a piece of turf kicking up just in front of me.
"Next one goes in your chest," Capano said. "Don't move." He chuckled viciously. "It'll hurt less."
The two guys grabbed me. I tried to struggle, but I almost never work out and I certainly never learned how to fight; I was like putty in their hands. Inside of a minute, they tied me hand and foot, pulled the canvas bag over my head, and pulled the drawstring tight. Then they picked me up by my shoulders and feet.
I began swinging back and forth, and I heard one of the men counting.
"One."
What the...?
"Two."
Oh crap.
"Three."
I opened my mouth to speak, but all the came out was a short scream as they released me a
