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... nter’s lips twisted into a humorless smirk. "Think you can stop me?"
"Are you willing to cross into the Everett’s territory?" Kant inquired.
Hunter paused midway into the driver’s seat. "What?"
"Dealer’s the barman at the Red Tail Hotel. Jefferson Everett’s guy."
"Does Jones know?"
"No."
"Then there’s no problem." Hunter slid into the driver’s seat, resuming with his impulsive plan.
Kant rolled his eyes and walked over to the passenger’s se ...
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