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ised, bound-and-gagged enforcers into the back

deafening roar as I tore down the paved interstate,

brakes, drifting the pickup sideways. The heavy tires kicked up a massive

ble staircase in an impeccably tailored navy suit, her arm linked with Aman

door open and

gust. "Mildred just crawled back crying about how you attacked her! You fina

the innocent angel. "Sister, Mildred said you... you spent the night

d to waste half a wor

ve it a hard pull. The four elite enforcers tumbled over the tailgate, landing

ntly smothered the

d paper-white. Amanda gasped, stum

I wiped a speck of dust from my lapel, my tone dripping with

flaring uselessly. "You feral lunatic!

ed their shock batons and combat rifle

small, black plastic remote from my coat pocket. My

undercarriage of this truck is packed with twenty pounds of aerosolized military-grade neurotoxin. On

tantly, not daring to

"You're bluffing! You are a wolfless piece of

g the toggle down by half a millimeter. "Let's see i

at rolled down Hortense's powdered temple. She stared at the blac

geline?" Hortense hisse

I took my thumb off the button by a fraction of an inch. "One hundred and fifty thous

r refined facade. "That's a third of our liquid reserves! And

ormed beast yourself, dear

black button on th

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blare from the undercarriage of the pickup

anters. Hortense lost her footing and stumbled backward, while Amanda dropped to

shaking violently. "I'll sign the

k leather folder. I flipped it open, verifying the signatures on the bearer bon

caught it, and tossed it into the lap of the te

a twenty-dollar anti-theft sire

looked as though she had swallowed a live t

ired the engine. With a spray of loose gravel, I swun