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... nd secured her to the passenger seat of the Mercedes with thick nylon ropes, the coarse fibers biting into her skin. The abandoned factory lot was silent, save for the distant hum of LA’s nightlife, the city’s pulse a faint echo in the desolate night. He dug into his pocket, retrieving the high-tech phone Stanfield had given him, its sleek surface gleaming under the moonlight. Flipping through his contacts, he found Christine’s manager and dialed using the encrypted line, the screen flashing a c ...
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