“Holster the gun,” the voice behind the sharp tip of metal said. “We’ve changed,” Eddie said. “Both of you. Running down the center was a steel pipe with rusting joints.
Last night’s had been about the pigeons—again. The thought that someone might find it had probably never crossed his mind. “Raines,” Latigo said, “you’re with Hendricks. INCESSAMENT, MON CHER .
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