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¡°We need to get him help,¡± I said.

¡°Where?¡± Ripper asked. ¡°We can¡¯t go to the hospital. We reek of meth. They¡¯ll save

him, but they¡¯ll cuff us right after.¡±

Maverick spun out of the parking lot at the end of Argyle Road, speeding to nowhere.

Tank turned to Crow and shoved his shoulders. ¡°What the fuck were you thinking? We

had a plan!¡±

¡°It wasn¡¯t going anywhere!¡±

¡°And how the fuck did your plan go?¡±

¡°Seein¡¯ as no one in the club died, I¡¯d say pretty good!¡±

¡°No one died yet.¡±

Crow hung his head, his long hair falling over his cold eyes, but I knew he was

watching Archer. With a quiet voice that sounded solemn, he asked, ¡°Well, what are we

gonna do?¡±

We sat in silence, waiting for Tank to come up with something because we had no

ideas. These were the moments why we chose him to be President. He¡¯d think of

something.

¡°Wrench,¡± he said, and we looked up hopefully. ¡°Call your girlfriend.¡±

My eyes widened. ¡°What?¡±

¡°She¡¯s a doctor or something, ain¡¯t she?¡±

¡°She¡¯s a vet.¡±

¡°We¡¯re all mammals. Cats and dogs can get shot, too. How different can it be?¡±

¡°I¡­ I can¡¯t,¡± I said. ¡°She doesn¡¯t belong around with us. Digging bullets out of legs. It¡¯s

four in the morning, for fuck¡¯s sake.¡±

Crow looked up at me. ¡°If she¡¯s so special that we had to raid them after they robbed

her, then she can save Archer. He got hit saving you, after all.¡±

Venom filled me and I spat back, ¡°Will you stop blaming me for shit that the Freeways

did?¡±

¡°Stop fu¡ª¡±

¡°Shut the fuck up, Crow,¡± Tank growled before turning back to me. ¡°But he¡¯s right. We

need her. Call her, Wrench.¡±

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