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... , misty rain that made the world smell of wet cobblestones and old blood.
The plumber’s van cut through the deserted streets like a gray, angry shark, its engine a low, guttural growl in the pre-dawn quiet.
Jax drove with a focused, manic intensity, his bad leg propped up at an awkward angle, his hands light on the wheel.
"Okay, Boss Lady," he chirped into his headset, his voice a little too loud. "We are approaching the designated ’spooky murder alley’."
"ETA to ...
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