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Marco Riccini was an athletic man, who unlike many of his peers, steered clear of pasta and flashy suits. Rising out of his grey Chevrolet Impala, he stood six-three tall, with dark, curly hair cut short and tidy. He walked in long strides across the car park. He wasn't especially tall by the day's standards, but his robust stature made him an imposing figure.
The car park in front of the strip mall was mostly empty. The mall was officially closed for the night. But Squeezer's Juice Bar was still open. Marco walked through the door and nodded to the spotty young kid in a green t-shirt behind the counter.
The kid made him his usual. A lemon and lime slushy in a clear plastic cup. The kid popped a straw through the top and handed it over. Marco didn't pay. It was on the house.
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