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Good evening, Marco.
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What are you doing here? he demanded hoarsely.
Why, Marco? Was I supposed to be dead? Is that what they told you?
Dionettis mouth worked like that of a 
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if you didnt have something I need youd be dead by now. But I can kill you right now! Dionetti hissed. Howell shook his head in reproof. You took a shower, remember? You left your gun in More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Lynne Russell its holster on the bathroom counter. I took the bullets, Marco. If you dont believe me, justice souter
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