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... exhale escaping his lips. The Russian had taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for Morgan to deliver the C4, the final piece of his brutal plan. The alley behind the Chinese restaurant was cloaked in shadow, the air thick with the stench of rotting garbage and soy sauce, the distant hum of Hell’s Kitchen a faint pulse under the starless sky.
Ten minutes dragged by, each second heavy with anticipation, before the low growl of an engine broke the sil ...
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