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"No way Speaking of which, did you find anything out?"

"I’ht He’s with the local FBI"

The FBI? Wow

"You just have to stay out of trouble until then, capisce?"

"Got it If there’s anything I can do, it’s stay out of trouble"

I hurried to get the sandwiches, paid for theht toward trouble

Mr Vandenberg’s door was locked, and the sign had been turned to CLOSED a few minutes earlier than he norlass door The store was e sense of dread rose inside me What if they were finished with him? What if they didn’t need him or his faoing to have to bring Ian into this To tell hiht not believe the whys or hows, but he would have to report it to his superior officers I’d just drive ho in without knowing the whereabouts of Mr V’s fa held captive and soht and turnedbusiness next door – and grew more confused than ever If thethat direction,to do with the business Maybe there was hidden treasure under the shop It was an antiques place, after all It could have pirate loot underneath it Because why on planet Earth would anyone dig a tunnel into a dry-cleaning business? What could they possibly hope to gain? A dinner jacket? A prom dress, maybe? Window treatments?

I decided to go deep I’d pose as a customer and check it out Get a feel for the place

By the time I walked the fifteen feet to the store entrance, I was already shivering The jacket I had, the only one I owned, was an old army jacket, and while it was plenty warh the pores of the fabric and sliced intothethickly, and the threat of a freezing rain loo it home before I froze to death, but more ihbor, and she hadn’t had an actual license in over a decade, but she’d kept her husband’s car to drive to church twice a week Unfortunately, she went to bed early, and once that wo the dry cleaner’s hours, I pushed open the door No bell chimed to announce my visit, so I cased the joint while I had the chance It looked coht off alot Not toon an autoh to look believable A cash register with tickets piled beside it sat on the desk along with a cup for pens A frae man sat in a padded red chair onwhy he wasn’t the first thing I noticed when I walked in He had biceps the size ofand stood His , he was unable to drop his aroing nu of me, but still…

He walked around the desk and pinned ray eyes We stood in uncomfortable silence for, like, ever The dark hair that had been sheared short all over his head topped off a ratherat me from underneath it

Just as I was about to speak, he asked in a thick Russian accent, "Vy you are here?"

Odd way to greet a potential custoiving this place a negative review on Yelp

"I – I need so dry cleaned"

A woh no less stout "Vy you are here?" she asked lanced around again just to make sure I’d con and everything I turned back to her "I need so the ht that far ahead I needed so I could take off without er think I was desperate for a man was ave me when I offered her a lap dance