Chapter 9 Chapter 9: A Drop of Cold Blood on the Concrete

The latch gave way with a sharp snap. The fiberboard door burst open, crashing hard against the drywall and sending a flurry of powdery white dust into the air.

Three heavy silhouettes blocked the doorway. A raw blast of cold wind laden with cheap liquor, sour sweat, and stale cigarette smoke rushed...

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