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mess we had to clean up in the mountains.”
She looked around the room.
“Are we agreed?”
Salvatore Vitiello was the first to speak.
“Agreed.”
His voice cracked.
“Agreed, Don Castiglione. Mrs. Castiglione.”
The others followed quickly.
Terrified.
Efficient.
Lucas lowered his weapon and slid it back into his shoulder holster.
Then he looked down at Briana.
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