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... uad member had texted them. It was in a nicer neighborhood than Eric thought Hanson could afford on a Detective's salary.
"This is it," Andy confirmed, looking up from his phone.
They got out of the sedan, Andy hauling himself into his wheelchair. They started up the driveway when Eric paused. "Isn't that Jaun's van?"
"Sure looks like it," Andy wheeled around the corner and called back, "yep, and the clowns left the ramp down."
"Guess we're getting the gang back t ...
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