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76 ◆ Maximiliano, The Punisher ◆

◆ MILES ◆

He fell asleep on the couch.  Again.  The third time this week. 

His laptops sat on my mother's favorite coffee table, both left open and running, the cords and empty coffee cups scattered on the varnished oak.  Plus some wrinkled candy wrappers. 

What a mess.  Maybe he worked till sunrise. 

Besides tracking down my fugitive father,  I wasn't sure what else Nicco had been working on. I left him out here past midnight after we had a few drinks.  Mostly non-alcoholic for me.  My new shrink might shove me back in that wretched facility if she heard I went on another bender.  

"Allora?"

[What now?]

I looked up from my phone. My left hand gripped a loaded handgun just waiting to feel useful. It was fairly new.  Expensive.   A nice birthday gift from someone whose neck I still wanted to slit open.

Nicco yawned and lazily sat up on t

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