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Chapter 46
The agents had split up into pairs to search the dock. The conversation with Blanchette had played in his mind as he and Bruce handcuffed Carter’s goons to a pole outside.
“You boys got your marching orders,” Blanchette said. “Let’s do it.”
They started breaking out of the huddle.
“Peterson, let me talk to you for a second,” Blanchette said.
Bruce had backed up and waited.
Blanchette leaned against a black SUV. “I overheard two of the guys whispering while we we
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