Jim Heron
was long aware that there were two kinds of gyms in the world: commercial and old school. The first had combinations of color and women taking spinning classes fully equipped, and guys with tattoos tents to John Mayer lifting weights with padded fists. Were expected to clean the machines after use and coaches happy and spray tan you went and checked while coming.
had tried one of those just after leaving the Special Operations. It had almost become couch potato.
The old school was perfect for him and that was exactly where it came Adrian, Eddie and him South Boston. Mike's gym was a man's world, baby, the place smelled like an armpit, had walls that were worthy of a prison and had hung posters of Arnold faded since the eighties. The mats were in blue neon, the weights of iron and the only stationary bike in the corner was one of those positions windproof with a fan cage.
The damn thing was a relic and had dust in his seat. Men who did
circuits in the machines or lifting weights for free were large, quiet, and had tattoos of the Virgin Mary, Jesus and the cross. There were many broken noses that had healed crooked and some bad cases on incisors undoubtedly came from broken hockey fights or bar. Undoubtedly
everyone knew everyone because they were somehow related.
He felt at home as he headed to the reception desk. The guy behind was about sixty, maybe sixty-five years, with ruddy skin, pale blue eyes and hair that was whiter than the foam of a beer
Bass Black & Tan - What I can do for you guys? "Said the man, lowering the Boston Herald.
A couple of members took a look and went looking. Jim and her backers were not lightweights, but they were unknown, which put them in the territory of what-the hell?
-Seeking a guy, "Jim said as he pulled out the brochure with a picture of Isaac and crushed on the chipped Formica counter. Have you seen him around here maybe?
"No, I have not seen," said type without looking down. I have not seen anyone.
Jim looked around. Many eyes on them and arrested many weights. It was clear that the old press was not a smart move if he wanted to give them the ass.
"Okay. Thanks.
"No problem. "The Herald blew the place again.
Jim turned and turned the image of Isaac. As I went to the door, swore softly. This was the third place where they tried and had not gotten anything but evasive ...
"Hey. I know him. Jim
stopped and looked over his shoulder. A guy with a shirt of Boston Fire Department approached.
"My father does not like to get involved. "The guy nodded toward the brochure. Who is it for you?
"My brother. "And that was not a total lie. Were linked in a visceral way because of what he and Isaac had crossed in Special Operations, also was all that debt.
, was arrested last night.
Jim's eyebrows shot up.
- No kidding!
"A group of my cousins \u200b\u200bare and cops raided a fight. Your brother is a murderer pure. The only reason why someone entered the octo with him was the big bag, but he never lost. Not once.
- How long have you been in town?
-only seen him fight three times. "The seen was marked with pain. Listen, if a group of scumbags here wants to get together and beat each other, let them do so. But if you want to be honest, that's why they made the raid. The developer was pulling all combat least your guy.
Fucking A. Isaac in the system was not good.
"Dad, can I borrow the Herald? "The guy was stretched out on his father and took the newspaper, examining it. Here. Jim
read the article quickly. Clandestine struggles, blah, blah, blah ... Isaac Rothe? Wait, your real name?
Speaking of a target on his chest: Matthias could easily send someone to the criminal justice system to eliminate the HDP.
"If you find your brother ... "The face of the calculator turned firefighter. I can tell you where it will be as soon as you exit.
* * No more than two hours after his client left Grier and out where the judge, was back behind the wheel of his Audi A6 and stuck in traffic around the Boston Common. Fortunately, the pace picked up in Chinatown and then was out the other side of Tremont Street.
party's rush was because I had no time to take this as a diversion. He had a meeting with a Fortune Fifty company at one o'clock in the Financial District office ... and all those skyscrapers were at that time in your rearview mirror and becoming smaller.
But I needed to know more.
which was the other half of its pressing haste.
While cursed, Daniel was prepared to make appearance and looked into the backseat. When there appeared a deep breath.
really do not need the metaphysical editorial board now.
Daniel had been dead for two and half years and first came to her in a dream the night before his funeral. It had been such a relief to see him healthy and clean, and not with the flip of heroin in his sleep, they talked as they had done it before the addiction that had destroyed. The leap to "real life" had happened about six months later. One morning, he had been talking with him and his alarm rang. Without thinking twice reached out and silenced the thing ... only to realize she was awake and he was still with her.
Daniel had smiled when she stood up suddenly, as if proud of himself. And then, with his so relaxed that way, he was informed that he was not going crazy. There was, indeed, life after death, and he was in it.
It had taken some getting used to, but two years later and did not question their newspapers: hi-how-you, but keep their views to herself. After all, simply because they thought I was crazy, that did not mean that others would agree and who needed that? Besides, if he was a hallucination and it was becoming "A Beautiful Mind", well ... so it worked, so screw the mental health experts: had missed so much, Daniel, and he was back that way.
Focusing on the brick walls that rose on both sides of Tremont Street, tracked the numbers, when I could see them on the doors. At some level, I could not believe he got bail for his client, but then his lack of background and general congestion of the system had worked in his favor.
Mr. Rothe, on the other hand, had not seemed neither surprised nor pleased when I told him. All I had asked her politely and quietly go to her apartment and got twenty-five thousand dollars in cash, because there was nobody who could call to make that kind of task.
Security. No problem. Vale. Because managing
illegal cash was not an accomplice or threatened status in any way.
still shaking his head at the situation while braking before a three-storey house divided into apartments. There was no place to park in kilometers, of course. With a curse surrounding the block a few times, wondering if he dared to park in two rows, when, hallelujah, someone came out the other side of the street. It took a second and a half making a illegal U put his sedan at that site. Did not have a residential parking sticker, but it would not take a long time, and at least he was not in front of a fire hydrant.
Leaving, huddled in a slim wool coat. April in New England, near the ocean, resulted in thirty days of wind shear and moist that you froze to the bone and caused havoc on the hair. And that was not the worst, there were puddles everywhere, but it had not rained. Everything in town seemed to drip, as if the city were a sponge that had exceeded its capacity ... cars, buildings, spindly trees, all absorbed moisture from the air and channeled to the asphalt and cement permanently wet underfoot.
Definitely more LL Bean Louboutin.
In the main door home, stretched to look closely at the intercom of the seventies who had three small buttons. According to the instructions of Isaac, pulled one down.
Soon after, the doorbell was answered by a woman wrapped in a blanket Afghan drawing the size of a sheet that broke the retinas. Her hair was a mass of curls the color of a Halloween pumpkin and had a cigarette between the tips of the fingers of his right hand painted.
course, his appearance was stuck in the same era as the intercom.
- Are you the girl of Isaac? Grier
reached out and did not correct the statement. He figured it was preferable to "Lawyer." "I'm
Grier.
"He has called. "The woman fell. He told me to let you go. You know, do not seem your type.
A quick view of man sitting so silent and deadly flashed into the mind of Grier: according to this theory, the rate should be going out with a Beretta.
"Opposites Attract" he said, looking over the shoulder of the owner. Across the narrow hallway, a staircase loomed in the distance as a spiritual beacon in the light and yet unattainable.
"Well ..." The lady leaned back against the wallpaper. There are opposites, as if a person is talkative and other does not. And there are opposites. How did you meet him?
While his curious eyes were fixed on the gold necklace Grier, was tempted to reply, "the criminal justice system," to see how it would narrow the eyes of women.
"We were paired.
"Oh, how eHarmony?
"Precisely. "The fundamental points of support required from someone with a law degree is to get a bond and have a JD from Harvard. May I go home now?
-hurry. You know, my sister tried on eHarmony. The guy I found was a fucking asshole.
turned out that getting the owner up the stairs took much effort as if it had been thrown over the shoulder and taken to the third floor. However, ten minutes to deflect questions later, they finally reached the door.
"You know, the owner said as he put his keys and opening work," you should think about ...
"Many thanks for your help," Grier said as he slid in and stopped the woman outside in the lobby.
Leaning against the wood paneling, deep breath and listened to the complaint fading in the lobby.
And then he turned around ... oh, God.
The barren room was so withered and lonely as an old man, showing that poverty, such as age, was a great equalizer, it could have been in any neighborhood drug house or building in ruins in any city in any country: the old pine floors had all the brightness and sandpaper the ceiling had water stains on the corners that were colored urine. No furniture in sight, no table, chair and TV. Only a sleeping bag, a pair of combat boots and some clothes neatly folded in piles. Isaac
Rothe The pillow was nothing more than a sweatshirt.
While standing inside the apartment, all I could think about was the last place where his brother had been. At least his client was clean and had no hypodermic needles and dirty spoons everywhere: the shortfall does not seem to be the result of the skewed priorities of an addict.
But my God, it was still a shock to remember where Daniel was over. Dirt ... cockroaches rotten food ... ...
forced to move, went to the kitchen and was not surprised to find all the cupboards, drawers and the fridge empty. The bathroom had a razor, shaving cream, toothbrush and soap.
In the bedroom, which was totally empty, went to the closet and used the flashlight on your keychain to take a look inside. The panel had described was Isaac left and managed to open it without any problem.
And yes, there was, in fact, a plastic bag of Star Market and twenty-five thousand dollars in cash hidden in the dusty space between tables in the frame. Or at least, seemed flexible collection of bills and weighed as much money ...
Crunch. Grier
froze.
listened attentively.
Looking over his shoulder, stopped breathing. But all I heard was the thunder of his heart.
When the silence persisted, pushed the stock back to where she was, put the panel and closed the closet again, then went to the front window. The glass was damn whitish dirt was not as if anyone could see from the outside, but still felt as if she was watching ...
Something flashed and leaned closer.
At the top of the window, a tiny pair of metal plates had been stuck in the cracked paint, one under the other in the structure. There was another set down and things seemed to be made of copper coated with a matte finish of some sort. If he had not come, never would have noticed. Grier
again through the living room, kitchen and bathroom, and found the same thing in each and every one of the windows. Up and down, two sets. And the doors were also equipped, all at home and abroad.
knew exactly what were the plates.
His multimillion house in Louisburg Square on Beacon Hill had them in their own frames and jambs. Security alarms were the most modern touch.
Standing in the center of the apartment, his mind went through the math: bowling empty sleeping bag forty dollars per bed, no phone ... but the place was full of cables to sound like a bank safe. Time to dig
.
Using soft cloth with cleaning out your sunglasses, reviewed his client's personal effects without leaving fingerprints behind, and found the alarm receiver in the folds of the sleeping bag. And a pair of forty caliber pistols with silencers and no serial number and a well-worn hunting knife but brutally sharp.
-Jesu ... Christ, "he whispered, putting everything back where it was found.
He rose from the "bed" and went to the kitchen. Going loop handle systematically wipe out all traces and then looked under the sink and behind the refrigerator. The next stop was the bathroom, and with shaky hands got rid of all traces that might have stopped and shined his flashlight into dark corners.
In the mist of suspicion spasmodic was well aware that he was violating the privacy of his client, but the hound she could not stop hunting frenzy was like a muscle that had not been used and needed exercise. Had done this many times with Daniel apartments and cars, and when finished checking the house of Isaac Rothe, she felt sweaty and very familiar vague nausea.
Although no drugs. Nowhere.
Returning to the room, measured the windows again. The protection would be worth twenty-five great ... but the security system had not been activated.
Which meant it was used as a warning when Isaac was asleep.
In his experience, the only kind of criminal element with access to this caliber of equipment was a drug dealer or mafia very high level. The emotional state of his client and his physical appearance did not match any of those profiles, these were typically older men, not under thirty with the physical appearance of hitman.
However, there was another possible explanation.
He took the phone and dialed a number he had used too many times in the past.
In responding to the call, took a deep breath and felt as if he were to jump off a cliff.
"Hey, Louie, how's my favorite private detective? ... oh, that's very sweet from you ... Aha ... I'm fine.
Liar, liar and liar.
While the two were playing catch up, headed back to the cache of money and wiped the doorknob of the closet with his handkerchief.
"Actually I need something. If you have time, I have someone that I would like to see for myself, please?
After Louie tell all he knew of his client, who was only a name, date of birth and the address of little importance, he hung up.
The question was, of course, now what?
had not believed when he told Isaac Rothe had cash. Then
had announced that she would bail.
was his only option: the Court was willing to leave free his client, but the sureties would not touch the case. Too much risk of flying.
It suggested that the judge had blocked the head when he made the decision.
Oh, wait ... that would have been her in this situation.
Looking around the empty apartment, he realized that his client was as substantial as a recruit. There was no way he was to stay for their audiences.
Hell, probably not going to stay here a minute when he was released. It was clear that had the resources and things were easy to carry.
looked at the door.
The good thing was that there was a risk of losing twenty-five grand. The plan had been to engage in good faith to trust her and allow her to help.
But it probably would end up being an expensive lesson of not investing in people who did not know and where you should not trust.
was long aware that there were two kinds of gyms in the world: commercial and old school. The first had combinations of color and women taking spinning classes fully equipped, and guys with tattoos tents to John Mayer lifting weights with padded fists. Were expected to clean the machines after use and coaches happy and spray tan you went and checked while coming.
had tried one of those just after leaving the Special Operations. It had almost become couch potato.
The old school was perfect for him and that was exactly where it came Adrian, Eddie and him South Boston. Mike's gym was a man's world, baby, the place smelled like an armpit, had walls that were worthy of a prison and had hung posters of Arnold faded since the eighties. The mats were in blue neon, the weights of iron and the only stationary bike in the corner was one of those positions windproof with a fan cage.
The damn thing was a relic and had dust in his seat. Men who did
circuits in the machines or lifting weights for free were large, quiet, and had tattoos of the Virgin Mary, Jesus and the cross. There were many broken noses that had healed crooked and some bad cases on incisors undoubtedly came from broken hockey fights or bar. Undoubtedly
everyone knew everyone because they were somehow related.
He felt at home as he headed to the reception desk. The guy behind was about sixty, maybe sixty-five years, with ruddy skin, pale blue eyes and hair that was whiter than the foam of a beer
Bass Black & Tan - What I can do for you guys? "Said the man, lowering the Boston Herald.
A couple of members took a look and went looking. Jim and her backers were not lightweights, but they were unknown, which put them in the territory of what-the hell?
-Seeking a guy, "Jim said as he pulled out the brochure with a picture of Isaac and crushed on the chipped Formica counter. Have you seen him around here maybe?
"No, I have not seen," said type without looking down. I have not seen anyone.
Jim looked around. Many eyes on them and arrested many weights. It was clear that the old press was not a smart move if he wanted to give them the ass.
"Okay. Thanks.
"No problem. "The Herald blew the place again.
Jim turned and turned the image of Isaac. As I went to the door, swore softly. This was the third place where they tried and had not gotten anything but evasive ...
"Hey. I know him. Jim
stopped and looked over his shoulder. A guy with a shirt of Boston Fire Department approached.
"My father does not like to get involved. "The guy nodded toward the brochure. Who is it for you?
"My brother. "And that was not a total lie. Were linked in a visceral way because of what he and Isaac had crossed in Special Operations, also was all that debt.
, was arrested last night.
Jim's eyebrows shot up.
- No kidding!
"A group of my cousins \u200b\u200bare and cops raided a fight. Your brother is a murderer pure. The only reason why someone entered the octo with him was the big bag, but he never lost. Not once.
- How long have you been in town?
-only seen him fight three times. "The seen was marked with pain. Listen, if a group of scumbags here wants to get together and beat each other, let them do so. But if you want to be honest, that's why they made the raid. The developer was pulling all combat least your guy.
Fucking A. Isaac in the system was not good.
"Dad, can I borrow the Herald? "The guy was stretched out on his father and took the newspaper, examining it. Here. Jim
read the article quickly. Clandestine struggles, blah, blah, blah ... Isaac Rothe? Wait, your real name?
Speaking of a target on his chest: Matthias could easily send someone to the criminal justice system to eliminate the HDP.
"If you find your brother ... "The face of the calculator turned firefighter. I can tell you where it will be as soon as you exit.
* * No more than two hours after his client left Grier and out where the judge, was back behind the wheel of his Audi A6 and stuck in traffic around the Boston Common. Fortunately, the pace picked up in Chinatown and then was out the other side of Tremont Street.
party's rush was because I had no time to take this as a diversion. He had a meeting with a Fortune Fifty company at one o'clock in the Financial District office ... and all those skyscrapers were at that time in your rearview mirror and becoming smaller.
But I needed to know more.
which was the other half of its pressing haste.
While cursed, Daniel was prepared to make appearance and looked into the backseat. When there appeared a deep breath.
really do not need the metaphysical editorial board now.
Daniel had been dead for two and half years and first came to her in a dream the night before his funeral. It had been such a relief to see him healthy and clean, and not with the flip of heroin in his sleep, they talked as they had done it before the addiction that had destroyed. The leap to "real life" had happened about six months later. One morning, he had been talking with him and his alarm rang. Without thinking twice reached out and silenced the thing ... only to realize she was awake and he was still with her.
Daniel had smiled when she stood up suddenly, as if proud of himself. And then, with his so relaxed that way, he was informed that he was not going crazy. There was, indeed, life after death, and he was in it.
It had taken some getting used to, but two years later and did not question their newspapers: hi-how-you, but keep their views to herself. After all, simply because they thought I was crazy, that did not mean that others would agree and who needed that? Besides, if he was a hallucination and it was becoming "A Beautiful Mind", well ... so it worked, so screw the mental health experts: had missed so much, Daniel, and he was back that way.
Focusing on the brick walls that rose on both sides of Tremont Street, tracked the numbers, when I could see them on the doors. At some level, I could not believe he got bail for his client, but then his lack of background and general congestion of the system had worked in his favor.
Mr. Rothe, on the other hand, had not seemed neither surprised nor pleased when I told him. All I had asked her politely and quietly go to her apartment and got twenty-five thousand dollars in cash, because there was nobody who could call to make that kind of task.
Security. No problem. Vale. Because managing
illegal cash was not an accomplice or threatened status in any way.
still shaking his head at the situation while braking before a three-storey house divided into apartments. There was no place to park in kilometers, of course. With a curse surrounding the block a few times, wondering if he dared to park in two rows, when, hallelujah, someone came out the other side of the street. It took a second and a half making a illegal U put his sedan at that site. Did not have a residential parking sticker, but it would not take a long time, and at least he was not in front of a fire hydrant.
Leaving, huddled in a slim wool coat. April in New England, near the ocean, resulted in thirty days of wind shear and moist that you froze to the bone and caused havoc on the hair. And that was not the worst, there were puddles everywhere, but it had not rained. Everything in town seemed to drip, as if the city were a sponge that had exceeded its capacity ... cars, buildings, spindly trees, all absorbed moisture from the air and channeled to the asphalt and cement permanently wet underfoot.
Definitely more LL Bean Louboutin.
In the main door home, stretched to look closely at the intercom of the seventies who had three small buttons. According to the instructions of Isaac, pulled one down.
Soon after, the doorbell was answered by a woman wrapped in a blanket Afghan drawing the size of a sheet that broke the retinas. Her hair was a mass of curls the color of a Halloween pumpkin and had a cigarette between the tips of the fingers of his right hand painted.
course, his appearance was stuck in the same era as the intercom.
- Are you the girl of Isaac? Grier
reached out and did not correct the statement. He figured it was preferable to "Lawyer." "I'm
Grier.
"He has called. "The woman fell. He told me to let you go. You know, do not seem your type.
A quick view of man sitting so silent and deadly flashed into the mind of Grier: according to this theory, the rate should be going out with a Beretta.
"Opposites Attract" he said, looking over the shoulder of the owner. Across the narrow hallway, a staircase loomed in the distance as a spiritual beacon in the light and yet unattainable.
"Well ..." The lady leaned back against the wallpaper. There are opposites, as if a person is talkative and other does not. And there are opposites. How did you meet him?
While his curious eyes were fixed on the gold necklace Grier, was tempted to reply, "the criminal justice system," to see how it would narrow the eyes of women.
"We were paired.
"Oh, how eHarmony?
"Precisely. "The fundamental points of support required from someone with a law degree is to get a bond and have a JD from Harvard. May I go home now?
-hurry. You know, my sister tried on eHarmony. The guy I found was a fucking asshole.
turned out that getting the owner up the stairs took much effort as if it had been thrown over the shoulder and taken to the third floor. However, ten minutes to deflect questions later, they finally reached the door.
"You know, the owner said as he put his keys and opening work," you should think about ...
"Many thanks for your help," Grier said as he slid in and stopped the woman outside in the lobby.
Leaning against the wood paneling, deep breath and listened to the complaint fading in the lobby.
And then he turned around ... oh, God.
The barren room was so withered and lonely as an old man, showing that poverty, such as age, was a great equalizer, it could have been in any neighborhood drug house or building in ruins in any city in any country: the old pine floors had all the brightness and sandpaper the ceiling had water stains on the corners that were colored urine. No furniture in sight, no table, chair and TV. Only a sleeping bag, a pair of combat boots and some clothes neatly folded in piles. Isaac
Rothe The pillow was nothing more than a sweatshirt.
While standing inside the apartment, all I could think about was the last place where his brother had been. At least his client was clean and had no hypodermic needles and dirty spoons everywhere: the shortfall does not seem to be the result of the skewed priorities of an addict.
But my God, it was still a shock to remember where Daniel was over. Dirt ... cockroaches rotten food ... ...
forced to move, went to the kitchen and was not surprised to find all the cupboards, drawers and the fridge empty. The bathroom had a razor, shaving cream, toothbrush and soap.
In the bedroom, which was totally empty, went to the closet and used the flashlight on your keychain to take a look inside. The panel had described was Isaac left and managed to open it without any problem.
And yes, there was, in fact, a plastic bag of Star Market and twenty-five thousand dollars in cash hidden in the dusty space between tables in the frame. Or at least, seemed flexible collection of bills and weighed as much money ...
Crunch. Grier
froze.
listened attentively.
Looking over his shoulder, stopped breathing. But all I heard was the thunder of his heart.
When the silence persisted, pushed the stock back to where she was, put the panel and closed the closet again, then went to the front window. The glass was damn whitish dirt was not as if anyone could see from the outside, but still felt as if she was watching ...
Something flashed and leaned closer.
At the top of the window, a tiny pair of metal plates had been stuck in the cracked paint, one under the other in the structure. There was another set down and things seemed to be made of copper coated with a matte finish of some sort. If he had not come, never would have noticed. Grier
again through the living room, kitchen and bathroom, and found the same thing in each and every one of the windows. Up and down, two sets. And the doors were also equipped, all at home and abroad.
knew exactly what were the plates.
His multimillion house in Louisburg Square on Beacon Hill had them in their own frames and jambs. Security alarms were the most modern touch.
Standing in the center of the apartment, his mind went through the math: bowling empty sleeping bag forty dollars per bed, no phone ... but the place was full of cables to sound like a bank safe. Time to dig
.
Using soft cloth with cleaning out your sunglasses, reviewed his client's personal effects without leaving fingerprints behind, and found the alarm receiver in the folds of the sleeping bag. And a pair of forty caliber pistols with silencers and no serial number and a well-worn hunting knife but brutally sharp.
-Jesu ... Christ, "he whispered, putting everything back where it was found.
He rose from the "bed" and went to the kitchen. Going loop handle systematically wipe out all traces and then looked under the sink and behind the refrigerator. The next stop was the bathroom, and with shaky hands got rid of all traces that might have stopped and shined his flashlight into dark corners.
In the mist of suspicion spasmodic was well aware that he was violating the privacy of his client, but the hound she could not stop hunting frenzy was like a muscle that had not been used and needed exercise. Had done this many times with Daniel apartments and cars, and when finished checking the house of Isaac Rothe, she felt sweaty and very familiar vague nausea.
Although no drugs. Nowhere.
Returning to the room, measured the windows again. The protection would be worth twenty-five great ... but the security system had not been activated.
Which meant it was used as a warning when Isaac was asleep.
In his experience, the only kind of criminal element with access to this caliber of equipment was a drug dealer or mafia very high level. The emotional state of his client and his physical appearance did not match any of those profiles, these were typically older men, not under thirty with the physical appearance of hitman.
However, there was another possible explanation.
He took the phone and dialed a number he had used too many times in the past.
In responding to the call, took a deep breath and felt as if he were to jump off a cliff.
"Hey, Louie, how's my favorite private detective? ... oh, that's very sweet from you ... Aha ... I'm fine.
Liar, liar and liar.
While the two were playing catch up, headed back to the cache of money and wiped the doorknob of the closet with his handkerchief.
"Actually I need something. If you have time, I have someone that I would like to see for myself, please?
After Louie tell all he knew of his client, who was only a name, date of birth and the address of little importance, he hung up.
The question was, of course, now what?
had not believed when he told Isaac Rothe had cash. Then
had announced that she would bail.
was his only option: the Court was willing to leave free his client, but the sureties would not touch the case. Too much risk of flying.
It suggested that the judge had blocked the head when he made the decision.
Oh, wait ... that would have been her in this situation.
Looking around the empty apartment, he realized that his client was as substantial as a recruit. There was no way he was to stay for their audiences.
Hell, probably not going to stay here a minute when he was released. It was clear that had the resources and things were easy to carry.
looked at the door.
The good thing was that there was a risk of losing twenty-five grand. The plan had been to engage in good faith to trust her and allow her to help.
But it probably would end up being an expensive lesson of not investing in people who did not know and where you should not trust.
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