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PresentPresent“You shot him?” Jason yelled, answering his own question. He was young, but not younger than me. He must have been in his twenties.
shotI had thrown him a curveball, and he didn’t know what to say. He counted on me to give him stories and details of my adventures.
“Mr. Sanders, he was one of the best DEA informants. I’m not sure if I can get you another one, sir—most—” Jason coughed, a slight hesitation in his voice. Huffing, my eyes rolled back. Best?—my ass—dirty prick. He was a thief, that’s what he was.
Best?—my ass—dirty prick“Most? What?” I asked, in reference to his words. “Come on, Jason. I know you have another of those guys somewhere around there.”
“Most don’t want to work with you anymore, sir,” he stuttered. Poor kid, did I scare him?
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