I said, “The brother’s home.” Gracie was yelling something from her window. The brother listened, then took off running after the van. “He’s, uh, chasing us.” He moved like he was sprinting to defuse a bomb before its timer hit zero, arms pumping like the T-1000. The kid could run. He absolutely looked like he could rip a person’s teeth out if he really wanted to, or even mildly wanted to. “John, I think he’s gonna catch us.” He glanced into the rearview. “Are we going to have to get out and beat his ass?” “I think we’d wind up losing the mom as a client,” I said, though I was actually pretty
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