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like a tool because someone richer was holding the handle.
At 6:15 the next morning, Theodore was dressed.
At 8:03, his black sedan pulled into the gravel lot of Callaway Auto & Tire.
Ryder was inside Bay Two, trying to coax life out of the coffee machine, when Milo whistled low.
“Boss.”
Ryder turned.
The sedan looked out of place in the lot, like a continue reading …
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