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128: Call

Devon slaps the newspaper against the desk.

Damien Keller is still fucking winning. How'd he manage to kill off a quarter of Sebastian's men? This isn't his war, but fuck, he's pissed. They're all a bunch of morons. Who'd go out to drink and gamble when they're on the brink of a war? Devon's been reckless, too, but he's making an effort to stay inside and ride this wave out.

Speaking of riding...

He closes his eyes and thinks of last night. Sometimes he can't believe that happened. He'd fantasized about it for so long, which has never happened to him.

Sam barges inside the cramped space of his office, interrupting his train of thought. He's annoyed, but it must be important if he came all the way here. He's holding his own newspaper. "Did you read this shit?"

"Did they say anything concerning this?" Devon asks. By 'they' he means the Browns. Surely they must have communicated with them? They're sending the new agent in tomorrow, and they've invested a small fortune on her. They need t
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