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Author: PINKMama
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"You missed one."

I didn't look up. I pushed the pile of silver-tipped bullets toward him. They rolled across the mahogany, clicking against the grain. Caleb stared at them. His throat moved, a slow swallow.

"There were five in the vent," he said. He didn't touch them. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets. "I found four."

"Then one’s still in the wall." I leaned back. The chair groaned. It was the only thing in the lobby that didn't smell like rot. "Or it’s in the target."

"We’re the targe
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