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gone. I need four grand by Friday.”
I stared at the prep table. There was a single rib sitting on a tray somebody had forgotten, sauce drying on the edges like a bruise. “Four thousand what?”
“Dollars,” he snapped. “You know how much that costs? I had it towed to Martinez. He said he’ll start when I put cash down.”
I kept my voice even, the way I keep continue reading …
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