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WILLOW
I adjusted my camera’s telescopic lens to get a closer view of the activity on Markle’s property. From where I stood at the window of the master bedroom, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I snapped some photos, just to document.
My search of Markle’s barn and stable the night before had produced nothing. Nothing, which totally pissed me off. If he had more of the crates that had been loaded onto that cattle hauler, they were somewhere else.
Maybe the latest shipment had yet to arrive. I didn’t know how the drugs arrived from South America to Markle’s place. Catching that drop off would be huge.
When I’d done as much as I could from my location, I put on a pair of jogging shorts and runners. No one questioned a jogger running back and forth on their property. Besides, I nee
