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Chapter 95

Mr Rich had seen better days, she thought. She could smell the alcohol on him, and sour body odour. His clothing had been slept in at least once, and his cheeks wore a week’s worth of stubble.

He was holding a gun, low against his hip, the muzzle pointed at her.

Shit. This is not how I want to...

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