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Reid helped with putting the frozen goods in the freezer while Hannah and Rosanna were preparing for dinner, heanxiously went outside to find a car down the driveway. He hoped that it was Gibson.

He parked the car by the garage as he came out with beers.

“Did you get something?” Reid asked.

“Of course,” He grinned. “You have to pay me for the beers that I bought from those biker guys.”

“Sure,” He said as they headed inside and put the beers on the cooler by the living room.

“You are right, those guys are gangs and they target nice cars. But since you reported them, the police seemed to be working hard. There have been a lot of reports about carnapping.” Gibson said. “But they can conceal it like they were a gang. It is still possible that someone like Raynold’s men are lurking in the area.”

“We still need to be careful. I am sure that it wasn’t a coincidence. But those biker guys surely could be our eyes. They were protecting the people of the town.”

He crossed his arms.

“Mayb