Twelve

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Luca pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. Gale won't stop yapping about the briefcase and he was now getting fed up with the constant threats he threw out, talks on how he'd skewer the woman - Adriana, if he ever saw her. Luca stared into his glass of brandy, wishing that Gale would move on from the topic. The content in the briefcase couldn't be tied to them, Miller's wife would be too scared to tell the police who cut off her husband's hand, let alone why Miller hadn't returned home yet. And if the briefcase was linked to Gale - although Luca knew that it was impossible because Gale didn't purchase items that'd be linked back to him, a trick he had learned from his ruthless father - the cops would be too scared to approach him or do anything about it once they found out that it

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