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I was sprawled on the safe house couch picking at leftover pizza crusts from last night, still tasting the beer we'd cracked open way too early, when the door flew open like someone kicked it in. Grek. Of course it was Grek. He filled the whole doorway, duffel slung over his shoulder, that same dangerous grin he always wore like a warning sign nobody ever heeded. The most dangerous of us all, no question.
