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Winding his way through the hill country on Rural Route 160, the van’s driver, Shakey Kundi, passed a tiny hamlet named Kingdom Come, Kentucky. It was an appropriate name for what was on his mind. He tried listening to radio news broadcasts that might alert him if authorities had a description of his van, but there was nothing.
Shakey was confident his identity and vehicle description were unknown. Although, it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out there was a false wall in the basement in Queens and locate the third body hidden behind it. At any rate, the likelihood that anyone would dispute that body’s identity as being that of one Shakhar “Shakey” Kundi was highly unlikely. The corpse actually belonged to the van’s original driver, the young apprentice that brought Waseem
