Sand (wich)

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Killian Three weeks pass without an incident. We followed a lead on 'George' almost down to Florida, and the trail is getting thicker. Now we’re on our way to a spot my informant was sure, was a Hodge podge for black market smugglers and s*x traffickers. And I’m praying for this to be over. Because I could use the money. Plus, the next full moon is in two days, and my mate only talks or looks at me if she can’t help otherwise. Jade is quieter in general and seems sad. Over the supernatural wave, I have heard that they issued a search warrant for both of us and advised to approach with care because I might be armed and dangerous. Seriously? Armed and dangerous. I have the one butterfly I always carry and a Glock with silver bullets hidden in the compartment of the car's passenger side do

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