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... t night.
The dark, elongated alleyway.
After work, Brian wore a hoodie, his body hidden beneath the sweatshirt, took out a disposable phone, and taped a can tab to his throat as he dialed that number.
A moment passed.
The call connected.
A hoarse voice came from the other end, ’Who’s this?’
’You don’t need to know who I am, but if you can’t make it to the back alley of Husky Bar within half an hour, you’ll never see your son again,’ said the trembl ...
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