Ethan Ashford The Dave who had walked in from the corridor looked like he had been punched. His face had gone white.The Dave between the officers looked at his double and his expression shifted. Fast. Calculating. His eyes moved to the door.He tried to run.He took two steps.But the officers had him before he made a third, slamming him back and forcing him against the wall."Let me go!" he screamed. "Let me go, I didn't do anything, I was paid, I was just paid to do a job!""Get him down," the detective said sharply.They forced him to his knees on the floor.He was shaking violently now, tears already streaming down his face."I was paid," he kept saying. "I was paid, I didn't mean any harm, I was just doing what I was told.""Who paid you?" I stepped forward.He looked up at me and flinched."I don't know," he cried. "I swear I don't know who he is. He contacts me through encrypted messages. He calls himself the Boss. I have never seen his face, not once. He just sends money and
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