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Bravery or rage? Tossing on the sweat-soaked cot at three in the morning, Tracy felt nothing but anger. She kept seeing Karr, leaning against the cottonwood tree in the park, arms lazily folded as he watched her. The scene repeated over and over like a warped video. He’d even flipped a cocky little salute as she shot to her feet in terror, mocking her, so sure of himself while she grabbed Ritchie and ran. Bastard, she thought now. She grew so outraged she no longer felt afraid. It was time to stop running. Even with all the precautions of the shelter, he still found her. She and Ritchie would never be safe. There was only one thing to do: she’d get a gun from Holly and meet him in the park. This time, the odds would be in her favor.