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Bourbon On The Rocks #80


I hate doing that to people, deceiving them. But sometimes in this profession you have to. There's just no way of getting around it.

I made my way out to Lynwood, hoping Milton hadn't flown the coop before I even arrived at the farmyard.

I got to the Skyline Motel in the early afternoon and went into the office. The man behind the desk was tall and distinguished, much too classy for a dump like this one. He was attired in a nice black suit with perfectly coiffed hair and a neatly trimmed mustache.

I walked up to the desk...

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