THIRTY TWO. THE COLD PROFESSOR

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"Are you sure this is the place?" "No doubt. We tracked his location through the last signal emitted from his cell phone before he threw it away or destroyed it.” Shane arrived at Calvin's cabin at exactly six in the morning. He lurked from behind a tree with two men from the security agent. Shane decided to hire them instead of calling the police because the agents were much more capable than the police, who tended to be lazy. Shane had proven for himself how badly the police had performed in investigating the case of his grandfather's death. Until now, he had not heard from Jim Peterson. Shane was getting tired of waiting. He preferred to do it his own way. It was faster and more effective. “Whatever happens, Calvin is mine. I won't kill him, so I'll need you guys to handle him after

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