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don’t know me,” Carter said. “I could be a bad man. Many people think I am.”
“Are you?”
Carter leaned back, his tattooed fingers drumming slowly on the table.
“I’m a man who does what’s necessary to protect my family and my business. Sometimes that means doing things other people wouldn’t understand.”
“But you’re not going to hurt me, right?”
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