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Lenora and Silven in the small kitchen with the envelope spread between them and midnight approaching too fast.
Silven set the photograph flat on the table and pointed to a half-seen man near a van.
“I know him.”
“You know everyone.”
“No. Only the ones worth worrying about.”
“Who is he?”
“Paulo Sarra. He handled storage sites for Vice until three years ago.continue reading …
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