Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Molly writhed on the floor,
blubbering and cursing. He tried to roll, tried to reach for the pistol at his waist, and Frank stomped his elbow, evoking more squealing.
The guy was running out of useful joints on his right side.
“Who do you work for?” Fran...
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2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
9. Chapter 9
10. Chapter 10
11. Chapter 11
12. Chapter 12
13. Chapter 13
14. Chapter 14
15. Chapter 15
16. Chapter 16
17. Chapter 17
18. Chapter 18
19. Chapter 19
20. Chapter 20
21. Chapter 21
22. Chapter 22
23. Chapter 23
24. Chapter 24
25. Chapter 25
26. Chapter 26
27. Chapter 27
28. Chapter 28
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