Sam stood not far from the restaurant, and he shook his head as loud noise of gunshots tore the quiet night. He accessed the comm in his smartwatch and made a call. “Miranda? It’s me. Your friend seems to have lost her patience.”

“What do you mean?”

“Her black-uniformed boys are grilling those three.”

Miranda snorted. “After all that talk and she actually took me up on my suggestion? What a loudmouthed bitch,” she commented. “Okay, keep an eye in case they survived. I got something special prepared if that happens. Update me when you find out anything good.”

“I think I am seeing something good,” he said, recalling the moment when he read Ray’s lips and saw him telling the detective to pull out...

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