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Bourbon On The Rocks #33

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I drove a block away and then turned the car so I could face the front of the club, parking in front of a closed pharmacy. I was waiting for Tiffany Cross to leave for the night. If she left alone I intended to follow her and have a chat with her. The bartender said Bobby Diamond always had singers on standby, so she more than likely spent some time in the club with Paige Turner and Milton.

An hour went by, then two, then three. Time had begun to lose its meaning when she emerged from the club.

Alone...

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