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Bourbon On The Rocks #164


We were driving west toward the Pacific Ocean but I couldn’t figure out what our actual destination was. Maybe they were going to take me out in the middle of the ocean and drop me over the side with concrete blocks attached to my feet.

I had one thing in my favor: if they hadn’t found Milton at my apartment then that meant they were going to interrogate me to try and find him.

We drove through Wilmington and I surmised that we were heading for the harbor district.

It was a safe bet they didn’t want to go sailing…

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