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A Special Kind of Stupid

Auteur: Elize Pheiffer
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-01 12:04:53
At 5:30 AM, the rain stopped, leaving the city dripping and wet. I drove back to the garage.

As I pulled into the gravel lot, the silver SUV was no longer a block away. It was parked directly across from the gate, its engine idling. The "Shadow", the contractor my father had hired, was standing by the driver’s side door. He was no longer trying to be undercover. He was wearing a tactical vest, and his hand was resting openly on the grip of a sidearm.

I stepped out of the Corolla, my legs shaking
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