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It was early morning when Richie heard someone ringing his doorbell. He was still in bed and he opened one eye to look at the clock. It was only 10 AM. What in the world?
He put on his bathrobe, stumbled to the front door, and opened it.
“We've got to talk.” Shay pushed past him into the living room.
“Is there a problem with our plan?” Richie asked as he went into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. “I got home late last night. Vito and I caught Grant Yamada following me. The guy all but wet himself.”
“The plan is fine,” Shay said, eying Richie’s bruised face and the slow way he was walking. “If Yamada got the worst of it, I’d hate to see him this morning.”
Richie scowled. “My only excuse is, it was two against one.”
Shay shook his head. “Anyway, I’ve set what I could i
