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Mark hadn’t known he could move that fast. He flew down the hallway and ripped the guy away from Gracie. With one hand, he slammed him against the opposite wall, while holding Gracie up with the other. She slumped away from him, sliding down the wall on boneless legs.
“Gracie! Wake up. Come on, Gracie.”
The weed dealer sprang toward him and swung. Mark ducked, and the guy lost his balance, crashing into the wall with a curse. Mark decided he’d rather not get into a fistfight while Gracie might need help. He crouched down and scooped her up like a baby. Holding her in his arms, he charged down the hall, fending off one more lunge from Lowlife with a karate kick to the chest.
He found another exit door that led to the carport, and from there to the narrow strip of lawn next to the hous
