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Bourbon On The Rocks #100


I backed my car right up to the front door of the Cherokee Club, reached in the glove compartment and got my .38 out. I hoped I wouldn't need it, but wasn't sure.

I told Milton to stay put and got out of the car, popped the trunk, kicked open the door of the club, yanked Cal from my car and drug him into the club, dropping him like a bag of dirty laundry. The place was mostly empty except for the bartender and a couple of waiters and waitresses milling around.

"Diamond!" I yelled as loudly as I could...

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