At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

began.”

“Your men weren’t there.”

“No,” he said.

“They were not.”

That answer carried more weight than she understood.

Vincent closed the first-aid kit.

“Two nights ago,” he said, “I learned my organization had split.

The younger ones call it necessary.

The older ones call it business.

I call it what it is.

Betrayal.

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