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... t the cheerful kind. Towering wrought-iron gates, manicured driveway, and a marble lion perched atop each gatepost, watching with stone-cold judgment. Frank stepped forward slowly, his boots far too loud on the polished brick walkway.
Two guards emerged, dressed in tailored black suits that screamed money and muscle. Both looked him over like he was something scraped off the bottom of a shoe.
Frank cleared his throat. "Mornin’. I... uh... I think I found something that belongs to ...
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