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The Snow Job

The Snow Job

by | Mar 13, 2018 | R, R. W. W. Greene, Short Story

Danny’s hands were shaking, so he set the gun on the counter before digging in his pocket for the phone. “No sense in both of us bleeding tonight, Terry.” +++++Terry did not answer. +++++The phone glowed at the touch of Danny’s index finger, and Mike picked up on the...