Chapter 8
The slaughterhouse sat in the industrial district of West Brooklyn. It had been abandoned for ten years.
At 8:50 p.m., I stood outside the rusted iron gate.
The listening device was clipped inside my collar. The gun rested in my right pocket. The switchblade in my left.
I took a deep breath and pus...
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2. Chapter 2
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