Chapter Twenty Four
“Where are you going?” Logan shouted as I ran for the door, knocking a bunny onto his kiester.
“Shoot, sorry, sorry,” I apologized but didn’t take the time to help the guy/girl/rabbit up. My focus was on the door that Stan’s green feathered ass had just disappeared through. I looked up and down the darkened street but there was no sign…
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