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Joanne groaned as she grabbed her left shoulder, feeling the pain jolt through it.
Had they caught up? Or had they not? Because if they had, she was in big trouble.
She closed her eyes as she heard the assailant approach closer.
Play dead like a possum and then pounce like a panther. That was what she was taught. Except she didn't know how she was supposed to do that with a bullet to her shoulder blade, bleeding profusely, unarmed and against an armed man, or multiple men.
"Hey Steve, isn't this the same girl we were supposed to kill two months ago?" The man asked his accomplice as he nudged Joanne's head with his foot.
"Jeez you are right." The man named Steve walked forward. "But we got the dog instead!"
It took every bit of Joanne's remaini
