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Chapter 172 A Reckoning
Caldwell casually shot Carl in the thigh, still unsure as to how far he intended to take this. Of course, there was no way that he would allow their sins to go unpunished, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he was prepared to kill the whole lot of them. He had already shot Marvin in the head. Perhaps, he though, that might be lesson enough for these creeps. Perhaps not... Most of the people that were in the pub were body guards, staff, or friends of Harlyn. That being said, there were still a lot of casual bystanders. With his gun still aimed directly at Nick and Carl, Caldwell scanned the room in an attempt to read the expressions of the pub’s patrons. After seeing and hearing everything, most seemed out for blood and he realized that, even if he let the perverts go, these people woul
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