talking that makes stu

e. That stuff's just sitting there. You th

ink someone's just gonna bu

sed what people will buy i

with plywood walls and scaffolding like ribs sticking out of the gro

"And the night guard's laz

how he knows

u tell yourself it's smal

t is... unt

ressed in dark layers.

s it off like he's done this before. We move f

metal. There's a bucket of tools. Some gloves. A

whispers. "Grab w

ut not impossible. Mason snags a cro

hear the

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under his b

y heart's pounding so hard I'm sur

d mutters something to himself-just

sn't s

like years, he wanders off

r

lk. No

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laughing. Mason's got this wild look in his ey

and chuckles like we just

n't

won't sto

l alive. I

a guy Mason knows behind a mechanic's shop

it," Ma

eep into my sock. It should fe

doe

again on the floor. He's

at the ceiling, thi

ose it came

oud. One flashlight swee

thing

the risk, the smal

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your