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But Smith had forgotten about the moon. Cold and bright, it washed the cars interior, illuminating him perfectly. Drake had taken his first shot before Smith had realized hed been made. Now Drake was moving to make sure of his kill.
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sir? Mr. Klein said to remind you about your meeting at the White House. CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN Numb and exhausted, Smith somehow managed to drive himself to Bethesda. Walking into the house, he dropped his clothes on the way to the bathroom, turned More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Dean Martin on the shower, and stood under the hot, stinging spray. The firehouse subs
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