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Such impediments could cause a nasty wreck on a bicycle as Conor had learned on his last long trip. In the early days after the collapse he’d taken a multi-day bike trip to help the friend of a friend, and on his way home he’d hit a rock with his front tire, taking a nasty fall. Horses would be unconcerned with such debris. They could step over an obstacle in the same way Conor
He didn't hit 'a rock' but a patch of loose gravel on the road. See ending of 'Grace Under Fire' by this author.
There were two more men lying in a different part of the garden whom Conor had never seen. They wore clean, fairly expensive outdoor clothing, had good hygiene, and clearly bathed regularly. Wherever they’d come from, they had the resources to care for themselves. While not fat, they were well-fed, which was a rarity these days. Both men had multiple gunshot wounds, including one to the head.
Breaking cover, the boy carefully approached the body and made sure he was no longer a threat. He tapped the man with the toe of a boot and got not reaction. He couldn't tell if the man was dead or not but he was definitely out of the fight. His eyes bulged from his head in a gruesome manner. His mouth gaped open and his tongue lolled out. Ragus didn’t want to see the fruit of his violence—what normal person would?—yet
“The other men are coming,” Bonnie said. “You better get up.” Lester tried standing but the world was spinning. He staggered sideways a couple of steps before falling back down. He surrendered to it, lying back on the pavement and watching the stars spin over his head. The next thing he saw was Top Cat’s face over his own, illuminated in the ambient light of several flashlights. Even through his foggy brain he could tell his boss was not happy.
How did he get Bonnie out of the rope that tied all the together without having to wake others to get her free????
Perhaps Top Cat should not have been so quick to dismiss Lester's hunch, because the group was indeed being watched. Ragus had slept through the previous night’s escape attempt and the ensuing fight, and he was up early. He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to collect some intelligence on the kidnappers. They were camped on the playground of an old school. While the grounds were relatively flat and open, they were surrounded by a chain-link fence approximately four feet tall.
The rail-mounted laser shot a piercing red beam into the night, stabbing through the smoke and finding targets. For several men, the appearance of that glowing red dot on their chest or forehead was the last thing they saw. “Father!” came a voice through the night. Barb! He’d found her.
Need to delete 'or forehead'. It's impossible for a person to see a red laser dot on your own forehead!!!! LOL

