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Chapter Thirty: Not Out of the Fire Yet
Tiberius POV “I think we got them,” Servando said, before I’d even fully stepped into his office. I got my first whole night’s sleep last night. It wasn’t so much that I’d finally relaxed any, but my body finally gave out on me. I’d eaten dinner with my family and slept for thirteen hours straight, and woke up feeling like the walking dead. Hearing that, though. That revived me. “You got them in custody?” I asked, hopefully. He shook his head, “Not yet. But soon. They’re up to their usual schtick. Here.” He picked up a TV remote and turned on a television mounted on the side wall. It was turned on the news and paused. The banner at the bottom of the screen read 2 dead, more injured in violent robbery in small town Declan, Wyoming. He played the clip, of six men in masks running into
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