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The unlocked window was low enough that I could pull myself up. I slipped through the opening and flopped ungracefully on the bedroom floor. Luckily the room was carpeted and it muffled my landing. Crawling to the bedroom door, I nudged it open and sat next to it with my back against the wall. Threads of the conversation floated in. I opened the door just a hair more.
“Mac came charging into the bar like a madman,” the cop said. “It wasn’t the first time. I was able to kick him out before without incident, but this time he stumbled in where he didn’t belong. Your friend T was lucky to come out with just a few bruises the other night.”
“What’s the real business?” Brett asked. “Gambling is just a cover.”
“My assignment is to find out. I was barely given a briefing. Higher ups have bee
