Chapter 8War Zone was missing.
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Jimmy alternately bit his nails and chain-smoked, thinking about it, trying to look unconcerned, but wondering how good of a job he was doing. God, had that guy got him? He looked around the room, wondering if War Zone was going through the same hell he had.
Wondering if he was going through worse. Because now the guy was mad, now maybe the fucker wanted the sweet taste of a little revenge.
Jimmy knew the feeling.
They all knew the feeling. Jimmy took in the peeling painted walls and his friends, all so oblivious. All unconcerned about War Zone’s whereabouts because, hell, they’d all disappeared for a while now and then.
No big deal.
Public Enemy blasted out of Avery’s box. Looking like a princess with her close-cropped red hair ringed by a rop
