Chapter 8
By 4:00 AM, the storm over Brooklyn had finally stopped.
The heavy, lead-colored clouds were torn apart by the sea breeze, and the first rays of dawn, pale and glowing, struggled through the concrete jungle to wash over a black armored SUV parked on a slum corner.
The door slid open noiselessly....
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4 
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
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