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Bourbon On The Rocks #173


Cal gave me a moment to regulate my breathing before getting back to the interrogation.

“Okay, Randolph,” he said. “We’ve had our little fun here. I’m sure you enjoyed having that bath as much as I did watching you, but we’re all running out of time. Now, I’ll ask again: Where is Milton Dunn?”

“Cal,” I said defiantly, “running into the side of that truck was a picnic compared to what I’m going to do to you when I get off this damned hook!”

“Drop him again,” he said quickly to the goon and I went for another unsolicited swim…

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