“I don’t believe it. Of all the places we had to go for help, it was there— and he’s in with the gang!”
The Boss. Here in the small, peaceful village where they thought they were finally, finally safe. Heading straight for the door of Amberside’s tiny, one-room police station.
No no no….
“Avi, let’s call the police officer, let’s get outside!” Elchanan exclaimed, grabbing his arm.
Avi shook his head, desperately trying to calm his racing thoughts. “Wait. Wait, Elchanan. We can’t do that. Officer Brown — he’s just one man, I don’t think he even has a gun on him. The Boss is armed. We can’t go out there — that would be crazy. Besides, we’ll never reach the officer in time — the reporters are so tightly packed together….”
“But — but if we can’t go out the front door… do you think there’s another way out of here?”
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