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“Oh, come on!” I started again. “Don’t look so clueless. It’s not exactly the best part of town, and you know there’s tons of gangs around here. These guys must have thought you were someone else and put a hit out on you. At least that’s what it sounded like when I heard them talking.” “You shouldn’t eavesdrop on people. It’s very rude,” stated Brutus quietly. “Yeah well, I’d say that trying to kill people is even more rude, wouldn’t you?” I said sarcastically. I couldn’t believe that was what was bothering him right now. “You probably heard them wrong.” I don’t know how I kept myself from facepalming when he said that. “No, I’m pretty sure I heard them right. I tend to listen pretty closely when I hear people contemplating murder. Anyways, we should be getting to the police station. We need to tell them what happened.” “No.” Brutus said this so confidently I almost didn’t recognize his voice. “What the hell do you mean no?!” I yelled back at him. “That guy back there was about to scramble your brain like it was a couple of eggs! You need protection!” “You don’t know what he was going to do, and even if he was going to do that, you don’t have any proof,” Brutus said quietly once again. “I don’t want to bother the police if this was just one big misunderstanding.” I was pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. I looked up at Brutus and he was giving me the puppy dog eyes. Those damn puppy dog eyes! “Fine!” I said with enough annoyance to make sure he knew I wasn’t happy. “But what if it’s not a misunderstanding, huh? What are you going to do if there actually are two psychos out there ready to send you six feet under?” Brutus seemed to think about that for a bit before answering. “I guess I should just go see Maggie. She’ll know what to do.” Of freaking course, he had to say that! Margaret was going to be pissed when she heard about what happened. I was going to have so many marks on my face from the shoes she was going to throw at me that people would think someone just did the Cupid Shuffle on my head. As much as I didn’t like it, though, I was coming with. There was no way I was going to leave my best friend’s side now. Page 82

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