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The first hit caught me high in the ribs before I saw it coming.
Air punched out of my lungs as somebody drove me sideways into the truck, and another set of hands grabbed the back of my cut before I could recover. My keys clattered across the pavement near the front tire.
Twenty minutes earlier, I had left the house for a parts run Marcus needed for one of the clubhouse bikes. JJ and Benny had picked Millie up from the clubhouse and were taking her to art class, Jarek had people tied up with the Red Mesa follow-up, and the parts place was less than fifteen minutes away.
It was the kind of ordinary errand none of us could reasonably treat like a military operation.
The man behind me jerked hard on my cut.
I threw my elbow backward and felt it connect with his face. He cursed and
