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The meet was set. The boys ready.
Come alone and bring Duffy. That was the deal. The deal as this Cobb guy saw it.
Everyone knew the reputation. But reputations weren’t bulletproof.
That’s the way Ronnie Kerr saw it. He held up a fist as the lead Range Rover rolled to a stop. He spoke into the radio attached to his dark-blue shirt. “Wait for my signal.”
Kerr got out of the Range Rover. He walked on ahead, soft steps up to a high red-brick wall. He peered around the corner and saw an old Volvo saloon parked halfway down the street, facing away from his position.
Cobb was waiting in the exact spot he’d been told. Expecting Murphy to roll into view at the opposite end of the street.
Kerr lifted his assault rifle to shoulder height. He looked through the zoom lens on the sighting and
