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Thud. Thud. Thud.
Jack was up and tilted dangerously on his single leg in a heart beat. The gun he kept at his bedside was in hand. He balanced heavily on the crutch he had tilted against the night stand. Another round of knocks rocked against his door, faster than the first.
He hobbled to the table near his back door, leaned heavily onto his free hand and brought the gun up toward the door.
“Jack!” Dana’s voice was sharp through the door. Fear cracked his name from her lips. He cursed aloud, dropped the gun to the table, and picked up his crutch again. He unlocked the door and wrenched it open.
On his back patio, illuminated by the overhead light, Dana and Frank were tucked around Robby. Blood sleep sluggishly from his side and his arm hand, the white of his shirt now stained a vibrant red. The man, who Jack had left the very overhead light on to let him know that Jack would be home this night, was bleeding out in his yard.
The asshole rolled his head, smile loose on his lips.
“Evenin’, honey.” Slurred through and through.
“Bullet is lodged, idiot raised his hand to block and so it had to go through his arm then his body.” Frank rasped, sweat clung to his face. Jack stepped back quickly.
“Table, you know where. I’ll get my kit.”
Like hell was that jackass gonna die on him tonight.