know the truth.
"Hello?"
Bill's sounded tired, worn out.
"It's me," said Clive, "I need to talk now. I'm on my way."
He hung up, threw on his coat and slid his gun still in the rag into the inside of his coat pocket. As he turned the lights out and locked the bar, he headed toward Joe's house. It was time. He would tell Joe and then the two would...
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