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JAKE
Where the f**k is this button?", Ben McCain yelled at me for the umpteenth time, before hitting me with the butt of his gun.
Despite being stoned, this time he hit the target and wounded my eyebrow.
I felt the blood run down my face.
"I already told you. My investigator is bringing him here," I lied. I hadn't warned Julian. He was my best friend and given his past, a shooting could have landed him in jail again.
I didn't want that to happen.
I sighed exhaustedly.
I hadn't slept and when my doorbell had rung that morning, I was convinced it was Edith. I had opened the door without checking and found myself with a gun pointed at my face.
Behind the weapon was Ben McCain himself. I would have squealed with delight that he was b
