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“I’m here to kill your flatmate,” this guy said with his gun, standing in my doorway, feet well spaced, and calm. I did my best to look unimpressed. I shrugged. I pulled an upside-down smile. I nodded. “He’s not in,” I said. “He’s at Waitrose. Give him about ten minutes.” “Sure thing.” [private]I shut the… Continue Reading Assassins by Ralph Williams
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