Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Forty-Nine Mr. Ozz smoothed his fingers over his mustache, loving the transformation. Even his own mother wouldn't have recognized him. Not that she'd given a damn in a long time, anyway. He was sure his grandfather, whom he had spent a lot of time with, wouldn't have recognized him either. No one in his current life would for sure. He stood up, stretching to his full six-foot three-inch height. A twinge of pain shot through his right hip. After swearing profusely, he whacked his cane on his desk, leaving it there, the echo sounding like a shotgun going off. He pulled open his drawer and dropped two pills in his hand. After downing them, he grabbed his special cell phone and headed through the old, beat-up house and out the back door which led him into what looked like a ramshackl
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