By the looks of it, no one’s been there for a very long time. There are no prints in the thick dust or tracks going in or out. I lean against the door and it sounds just as empty as it looks.

Suddenly, six loud booms echo off the side of the building.

“Pop”       “Pop”         “Pop”         “Pop”         “Pop”         “Pop” 

Six gunshots—six people were in that cab. Don’t think for a second that I’m not aware of how they got there, either. The group would be off living happy lives if it wasn’t for me. On purpose or not, I brought...

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