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“Vince and Mike helped Hank inside while Frank dashed in ahead of them and quickly gathered their belongings. Mike lowered Hank onto the sofa in the living room while Vince headed downstairs to the basement for the box of evidence in the storeroom. By the time he was back upstairs, Frank had emerged from the bedrooms with their overnight bags. Frank looked nervous. “Okay, let’s get going.”
Vince still felt ashamed and guilty for the trouble that had exploded around them. “I’m so sorry,” he told Reverend Powell.
“It’s okay,” Reverend Powell said. He’d just regained consciousness and Mike had brought him a glass of water. Mike’s bloodied shirt was still clamped to his belly. “Just….call me an ambulance. And…who has my keys?”
Frank rushed to the kitchen and began dialing 911 as Mike held up the keys.
“The little gold key…” Reverend Powell said, his face strained with great pain. “It opens the lock on the box. Take it.”
Mike Peterson quickly took the key off and pocketed it, then changed i...nto a fresh shirt.MoreLess
Vince still felt ashamed and guilty for the trouble that had exploded around them. “I’m so sorry,” he told Reverend Powell.
“It’s okay,” Reverend Powell said. He’d just regained consciousness and Mike had brought him a glass of water. Mike’s bloodied shirt was still clamped to his belly. “Just….call me an ambulance. And…who has my keys?”
Frank rushed to the kitchen and began dialing 911 as Mike held up the keys.
“The little gold key…” Reverend Powell said, his face strained with great pain. “It opens the lock on the box. Take it.”
Mike Peterson quickly took the key off and pocketed it, then changed i...nto a fresh shirt.MoreLess
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