THICKE AND EDGELOW 7: Beset on Every Side

They stood back to back, gripping their handguns nervously, surrounded by a leering ring of well-armed henchmen.

“We’re so going to die!” Thicke sputtered, his eyes clouding with tears.

“Hush!” commanded Evan Edgelow. “No one is dying tonight!”

He paused, looked around, then grinned eagerly. “Ok, I take that back.”

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