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"You can see better inside." |
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A tall blond man was standing behind them. In his hand was a pistol. |
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"That's right." He pointed the gun at them. "Inside." |
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The man moved them around to the front. He hit the garage door button, and the door rose with a familiar rusty squeal. The interior light went on. The man was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt, jeans and a safari vest. He had a hard, pale face. With his fist he pounded the closed van. "Company." |
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The side door slid back and two other men emerged, each holding a short-barrel revolver. They were in their shorts, one barechested, the other in a Raiders red T-shirt. The man monitoring the equipment stepped around his van. He was wearing a shoulder holster and gun. "Who are they?" |
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"Used to live here," said the blond. |
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"What do they want?" he asked, looking at Calvin and Terry. |
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"Who knows? Snooping, I guess." |
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"This is the same one?" Calvin asked Terry. |
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The phantom DPW crew. The BiOmega backstage, but how were they connected? "Who are you protecting?" Calvin demanded. "Your bosses are dead." |
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The one in the Raiders shirt moved up to Calvin. He was about Calvin's height and muscular. "You keep that up and I'm gonna have to shut your mouth." |
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The blond nudged him back. "What bosses would that be?" |
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"Julius Wick and his wife." Calvin wished he hadn't said it, the minute it was out of his mouth. |
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Raiders glanced at the others as if he didn't recognize the names. But the blond did not take his eyes off Calvin. "What the hell are you doing here? It's the middle of the night, this place no longer belongs to you." |
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"When did you see the vans?" |
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"An hour before I notified the FBI." |
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