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CHAPTER 14 - CRAIG, SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS

Craig impatiently lit another cigarette as he stood, leaning on his car beside some rat-infested alley in Whelp. The stench coming from the trashcans behind was much worse than when he worked the toilets way back in high school.

          Checking his time-piece, 14:13 hours. He’d been standing there for what…..an hour at the least and during that time had reduced his pack of Camels to a deplorable state. So much for agreements, where in hell was the damn kid he was supposed to meet. An unkempt-looking dark kid in scuffed boots with dreadlocks, tattered jeans and a too-large overcoat bumped into him smelling like a beer salon.

          ‘Whoa, whoa, whoa, whossamatter with you?’, he said and checked his pockets; one could never be too sure in Whelp. The scum and low-lifes of Kory resided here; this was their headquarters. Pimps, whores, druggies, pick-pockets.. name it, and you

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