I sat in the back seat of the jet waiting for it to take off. I knew I was safe, at least to an extent, but still I couldn't take my eyes off the door, scared that at any moment someone would barge in and shoot me with a bullet straight to the head.

"The police are still trying to determine," I zoned out. I had had enough of seeing my house in the news. "The owner of the house," these words caught my ear and I couldn't be more thankful I was smart enough not to have it bought in my name.

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