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Bourbon On The Rocks #218


It was getting toward 2 am as Diamond’s big goons herded Harrigan and me into the back of a van and then joined us inside, staying just out of our reach. They had their formidable pistols trained on us constantly. It would’ve been very dangerous to try something in that confined space. Even one shot gotten off could ricochet around and kill Harrigan or me.

Once we were inside we began driving on what seemed like an endless journey to Hell. I could hear Striker and Cal conversing in the cab of the van, laughing heartily about our imminent demise…

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