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“Head over to the far door. It’s time to go,” Bob barked at them. “We’ve got to go somewhere else to finish this. We’ll take my car.”

They both complied, too afraid to fight against Bob when he obviously knew what he was doing with the gun.

As the group stepped into the garage, he moved close to Molly and Spencer, pressing the gun into Spencer’s back.

“Tiffany, you’ll drive with Molly in the front next to you. I’ll sit in the back with Spencer, that way I can keep the gun on both of them.”

Everyone took their positions in Bob’s Ford Fiesta. As Tiffany pulled out of the garage, she asked, “Where are we going?”

“The lake,” Bob ordered. “It’s isolated, and we can dump the bodies in the water.”

“It’s never going to work, Bob. People will find out, and instead of going to jail for a couple of years, you’re going to spend the rest of your life behind bars.”

“Then we can make it look like a murder/suicide. Everyone will believe it since they know about your rocky past.”

A few minutes later, they arrived at the lake. Bob told them to get out of the car as he climbed out himself. Spencer knew if he didn’t do something soon, it would be too late. As he climbed out of the car, he watched for an opportunity to make his move. Silently, he sent up a prayer for God to help him.

“I really hate this, Spencer,” he said, keeping the gun pointed at him. “I’m not a bad guy, but I don’t see any other way out.”

“Stop apologizing to him, Bob. You’ve spent your whole life living in his shadow. Now it’s your turn to shine,” Tiffany coaxed. “We have this one little thing left to do, and then the world is our oyster.”

“You need to shut up, Tiffany,” Molly shouted, drawing everyone’s attention to her. “You’re the most scheming, despicable person I have ever known. What’s worse, is that you destroy everyone you’re with, including both of these men.”

“How dare you talk to me like that,” she screamed back at Molly. “Shoot her first, Bob, so I don’t have to hear another word out of her mouth.”

Bob moved the gun from Spencer to Molly, complying with Tiffany’s demands.

Spencer seized the moment, recognizing his chance to stop them. Like lightning, Spencer rushed towards Bob, tackling him to the ground. The gun went flying, landing in the dirt near the girls.

He knew he couldn’t get to the gun without letting Bob regain his composure, and if that happened, Spencer wouldn’t be able to best him, since he was taller and heavier. Subduing him would be the only way Molly and Spencer could survive this.

They wrestled on the ground for several moments, their positions changing constantly, both trying to get the upper hand. Spencer wildly threw punches, hoping any and all of them would land a crippling blow. He also felt several of Bob’s punches hit him in the ribs, the face, and chest. Spencer blocked out the pain, and focused on ending the fight.

A heartbeat later, Spencer’s fist connected with Bob’s nose. The cracking sound of the bone made it clear that it was broken, but the blood that spurted from the wound confirmed it.

Bob grunted, then slumped over on the ground. The fight had literally been knocked out of him.

Spencer heard commotion beside him, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Tiffany and Molly pushing each other, trying to get control of the gun that was currently in Tiffany’s hands.

Molly pulled back her arm, then let it fly towards Tiffany’s face. Her fist made contact with the other woman’s cheek, causing her to stumble backwards as she gripped the tender flesh with her hand.

“You hit me,” Tiffany shouted in shock, dropping the gun and grabbing her face. “I can’t believe you hit me.”

“It’s been a long time coming,” Molly stated, rushing to pick up the gun from the ground. “I should have done it ten years ago.”

Raising the gun at both Tiffany and Bob, Molly said, “This is over. Both of you, don’t move.”

Spencer stood up, moved over to the car, and leaned his back against it. He pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1. When the dispatcher picked up, he explained the situation. She informed him officers were in route.

Ten minutes later, two Bayfield police cars showed up. Four uniformed cops jumped out of the vehicles and made their way over to Molly and Spencer.

They handed the cops the gun, explained the situation, and handed over the evidence. The cops told them they would also send over forensics to collect any evidence at Bob’s house.

“Can we call anyone to come get you?” one of the officers offered.

“No, I can call my parents,” Molly stated, pulling out her phone and placing the call.

As Spencer watched one of the cars haul off Tiffany and Bob, he silently thanked God for protecting Molly and him. If anything had happened to her, he wouldn’t ever have recovered.

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