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... shadows across the metal table where the dealer sat. He had the look of a man who'd seen enough to think himself untouchable—slicked-back hair, an expensive watch, and the kind of smirk that said he believed he had the upper hand.
Anthony sat across from him, leaning back in his chair, feet kicked up on the table like he was just here to pass the time. The casual posture was deliberate. It disarmed people, made them think he wasn't a threat. But I knew better.
"Let's make this ea ...
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