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After passing the table, the two carabinieri had whirled around, guns blazing. Death spat from the two barrels, riddling Dankos body, the force of the bullets slamming him into the back of his chair, then flinging it over.
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For twenty thousand American dollars, it was almost too simple, the second replied. But we should have killed the other one too. The Swiss gnome was very specific: the target and any contact with him.
Basta! We fulfilled the contract. If the Swiss gnome wants---
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oarsmans exclamation. The devils own! The second gunman twisted around in the direction his friend was pointing. His mouth fell open at the sight of the victims partner pounding down the walkway alongside the canal. Shoot the figlio di putana! he screamed. The oarsman More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Kirk Hinrich brought out a large-caliber handgun. With pleasure. Smith saw the oarsmans nba mvp
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