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Within the last week I’ve emptied my safety deposit boxes and chosen a new identity- I’m Russell Kincaid, businessman from the northeast states. The passport is a good dupe and I can breathe easy for now.
As Russell, I lease a tiny unused warehouse on the edge of the city. It’s got a small base of operations in it now, where I can keep all of them under surveillance. To avoid suspicion I had to fire most of the men searching the plane crash. A few are still there, working more slowly. I wonder how long he was in hiding?
This is making me suspicious. I dial the unlisted number in my phone and a young woman picks up, as always. “Knox City Cleaners, what will you be dropping off today?” Her tone is cheerful and professional.
“House, blue, scotch, miracle.” She falls silent w
