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Carmine drew his pistol with a sharp metallic snick.
“A rat, boss. She’s a plant. I knew it the second she opened her mouth. Step aside and let me put a bullet in her before she runs to the feds.”
Alexander did not blink.
He did not look at Carmine.
He did not look at the gun.
He simply raised one hand.
“Put it away, Carmine.”
“But boss—”
“I said put it away.continue reading …
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