"What do you want?!" Helen snapped even as she took a step back, leaning against her car as she glared warily at the goons around her, as well as at Clark and Gable.

"What do we want, you ask?" Clark shook his head even as he strode up, brandishing his steel bat threateningly at Helen's face. "Well, you really are a beauty up close. Killing you right away is a real waste... why not let the boys have sfun, Gable?" As the goons around them laughed sleazily, Clark grinned sinisterly. "I remembered everything you said at the dinner! Don't you think you should be apologizing now, huh?!" It was late into the night, and they were in the middle of nowhere-it was the perfect opportunity for a perfect murder.

title of prick." Helen's tough reaction actually gave Clark pause. He turned to look into Helen's car and was relieved to see no one else inside. Gable then cover as well, glowering, "Still talking tough now, Helen? Whoever

mean?" Luna

that supposed to mean?" et Helen gave her a sympathetic look, though she was also sneering. "If I were killed, your father would investigate and soon find out that you were the one who last called me. What do you think Clark and Gable here would do, in case you spilled the beans?" "What would they do?" Luna drew a blank but soon flinched when she realized

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