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Bourbon On The Rocks #160


I decided it wasn’t. Not only would I be gambling with Rose’s life but the cop’s too. He would more than likely be ambushed by Cal and the goons before he even knew what hit him. I was on my own with this one.

The sun was glistening off the cars as we walked to the parking lot and to a green 4-door sedan, a 1949 Ford. The world’s oldest profession must be doing well for Diamond to be able to afford a seemingly endless supply of new cars.

One of Diamond’s goons opened the back door for me…

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