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Clara received a couple of texts from Lewis about the incident that happened in the sheriff’s department. This was a big slap on her face after learning that Zukie was in town, “I have always wanted to pay Zukie a visit, now he’s in my county putting up a terrible show,” Clara said to Sam. “This is our best opportunity to get to him now,” Sam replied. Back at Mrs. Franklin’s pharmacy, she slowly walked into the store with a blanket and covered Jack, “How did you get in here?” Mrs. Franklin asked. “I can’t remember,” Jack replied. “I am finding it hard to remember what happened to me,” Jack added. “Not again,” Mrs. Franklin mutters. “But do you still remember me?” Mrs. Franklin asked as she stares at Jack. “Yeah!” Jack replied. “But I can’t remember how I got here,” Jack added. “We need t