| Chapter 3 |
| (Howie’s View) I sat at the table & started writing checks for my bills. I heard a knock at my door. I went over to the door & opened it. There were four men standing there. One looked very familiar. I asked them what they wanted. “Mr. Dorough, I am Dr. Andrew Newman Jr. & I am here to talk to you,” The familiar one said. I slammed the door shut, locked it, & backed away from it. I knew who Andrew Newman Jr. was; his father was the one that had ruined my life. I heard someone open the back door. I hid in the largest closets in my house praying they wouldn’t look there. I had enough with ILab & my best bet was they were after Kara again. She was at school, with her brother as were the twins. Christie had gone grocery shopping & had taken Hannah with her. The closet door opened & I swung the baseball bat I had bought only 11 years before to defend myself against anybody. It knocked 1 man unconscious. Before I could bring the bat up again for another swing a gun was placed on my chest. “Drop the bat Mr. Dorough I just want to talk,” Dr. Newman said. I reluctantly threw the bat away from my body & the gun was withdrawn. “Now Mr. Dorough, I think I have something you want,” he said. “What could you have that I want,” I asked. “Your ticket out of paralysis,” “What’s the cost,” “A couple of things you treasure,” he said as he took out a container or orange liquid. “No deal, I know what your up to.” “Where are your children Dorough?” “You don’t need to know that.” “Kill him,” |
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