“Come pick me up,” Chuck murmured in the phone.

He never should have come in the first place. Don was impossible to get along with, never mind trying to reason with the man. No wonder nobody liked him.

Now was the chance to get out of there while Don was upstairs, and before Chuck did something stupid. Chuck was two steps from the door when Don grabbed his arm from behind. Chuck turned and connected with a right hook all in one motion. Don’s knees buckled and he fell to the floor, bleeding from the nose.

Chuck tried to pull him up, but Don wasn’t moving. Bob must have heard the commotion and burst through the door.

Bob felt for a pulse and said, “Where are we going to bury him?

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