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He could feel the leather straps tighten as he struggled against them. The strap they had placed under his head tilted him backward so he could not see, but could feel, the sister straps on his ankles.
And he was turning in slow counter clock wise circles. Adding to his mounting fear was the fact that in addition he was moving upward. He looked at the ceiling in this dim lit room and saw row upon row on what looked like sixteen penny nails. Thousands of them. Calculating his rate of accent he estimated he had five minutes to live.
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Melinda, still not sure what had transpired, turned to Jill and said “What just happened? I saw four men, including 2 police officers enter the garage and then the sound of guns being fired I think and then the same four men emerge but this time with the two police officers leading the other men at gun point. That building is where our husbands were going to meet with Mr. Morgan wasn’t it?”
Sirens could be heard in the background as Jill replied, “Yes, but I think something has gone terribly wrong.”
Detective Bacon, a Sargent with the Chicago Police Department along with his partner Lee Johnson were first on the scene.
Yesterday I told you a few good things about living in a small town. This is a story of a bad thing happening in a small town.
What kind of parents are these people? At least the word “unfit” comes to mind.
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