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Bourbon On The Rocks #124


The lights were off, which was a good indication, but I could still have the wrong apartment and the occupants were just asleep. I guessed I wouldn’t know until I actually broke and entered.

I pulled on the window, easily sliding it up. I slipped quietly into the apartment and switched the flashlight on. Milton hadn’t given any better a rendering of the inside of the apartment than he had the outside of the building, but it was adequate.

Milton was right. The place did look like a tornado had blown through. The cops had left it as it was…

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