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Danny held a hand up and watched it shake. Stop, he thought, squeezing his fist until it did. Then he swiped his fingers across his upper lip. Nothing, not for an hour or so. He’d just checked in the rearview mirror, but he didn’t trust his nose not to start bleeding again. This wasn’t the time to think about what happened in the motel room (or my hands will start shaking again). This was the time for business, and for tidying up loose ends. He squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath. When he exited his car, he’d become someone else.
Danny knocked on the trailer door and waited. And waited. Finally, he heard heavy footsteps on the other side.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Danny said. The man who opened the door smelled of desperation and other unpleasant odors. But the s
