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Chapter 144: DISTRACTION
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... ld be. The kind of quiet I needed to actually get work done.
The spreadsheet didn’t balance.
It should have. Antonio was usually meticulous, but the numbers on the weapons shipment kept circling back to a missing margin.
I tapped the end of my cigarette against the ashtray, eyes never leaving the document as the smoke curled upward in a slow, disciplined line.
The whiskey beside me had sat untouched for a while. Then I took a small sip—more habit than need—and set ...
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