The report was deafening. Grabbing Roxie’s hand in his, Matt dropped to the floor, Vic’s ring closed tightly in his fist. “Matt!” Roxie shrieked as the gun went off a second time. “Oh, my God!”
“Quiet!” the gunman shouted. He turned on his heel, leveling the gun around the store as he locked the door behind him. “Next person who says s**t dies.”
Heart pounding in his chest, Matt wrapped an arm around Roxie’s shoulders and clamped his empty hand over her mouth to silence her. Pulling her close, he hissed in her ear, “Shh.”
Her wide, black-rimmed eyes stared at him in fear. Now he really wished Vic were here.
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Even though Vic managed to get the strange cloning power under some semblance of control, it still cropped up unexpectedly from time to time. Like when he had pulled his em
