Aaron lay as still as he could. Pain had made him pass out more than once since he had flown through the window. He lifted a frantic prayer. “God, Please be with the twin. Let her be Alive somewhere in this mess. Be with her and preserve her life, Lord.” He could hear sirens through fuzzy ears. He must have passed out again because he came to as firm hands lifted him onto a stretcher. He could hear men shouting and see the flashing lights all around him. Somebody find the twin he thought. “Where is she?” He fought to sit up. Strong hands pushed him down and strapped him in. “Where is she?” He tried to sit up again.
“Calm down sir… Where is who?”
He realized that he was fighting panic. The needle slid into his arm without notice. His groggy mind was slipping into unconsciousness. “Le…” He mumbled as he went under. ♣
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The Sun
General FictionA cop and an insurance agent try to track down a killer who is out to get them first. Through loss, amnesia, and bullets, will they get the bad guy first?
