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Chapter 8 - THE TURNDominic lunged for me, but Graham tackled him with the force of a man who had lost everything. They crashed into a shelf of hardware, sending tools flying. In the scuffle, the gun slid across the floor.

I grabbed it.

I didn't point it at him. I pointed it at the ceiling and fired. The sound was deafening in the enclosed space.

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"Drop it, Dominic!" I screamed.

He froze. Graham stood up, breathing heavily, and handcuffed his own brother using zip ties from the shelf.

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