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your buddy Hail warned us you were sniffing around? Nyla’s eyes narrowed. So you’re admitting special agent Hail’s in on it? Realization dawned too late on Hank’s face. Rage replaced it. You tricked me. No, Nyla said, “We just let you talk.” Warehouse doors slammed open. FBI tack team stormed in, backed by state police who’d seen enough online to override continue reading …
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