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Just as Nick was about to call Cutter (who was Nick’s contact when he worked undercover), he received a call from a man promising he had information regarding Rhys. This takes place after the caller hangs up.

Stunned, Nick sank into the sofa cushions, earlier concerns over the dubious smell emanating from the fabric forgotten. He’d been back in town less than a day. Very few people knew he’d returned, but that wasn’t what left him reeling.

It was a throwaway phone. No one had the number, not even his new slum lord.

Yet someone knew.



*warning: this WIP has not yet met the brutal hand of my editor.*

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