Krystal put the last bag into the jeep and felt the hair rise on the back of her neck, she knew someone was watching her. She glanced up to the upstairs of a building across for the diner and saw the curtain fluttered as it quickly shut. Unknowingly she had put her hand on her purse where the pistol was.
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