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Had they been different men, they might have hugged.Instead, Mick said, “I’m ready to execute the Manheim package,” and led Corky to the back of the house, into his work rooms.Instead of video porn, the walls here were lined with , a compact printing press, lamination machines, a laser holography imprinter, and other high-tech equipment necessary for the production of the finest quality forged documents.At his central work station, Mick had already positioned two chairs before the . He settled in the one directly in front of the keyboard.Corky took off his leather jacket, hung it on the back of the second chair, and sat down.Eyeing the bolstered Glock, Mick said, “Is that the rod you’ll use to waste Trotter?”“Yeah.”“Can I have it after?”“The gun?”“I’ll be discreet,” Mick promised. “I’ll it. And I’ll drill out the barrel so it can’t be matched to any of the rounds you kill him with. I don’t want it for a gun, see, it’ll just be like a sacred object to [440] me. Part of my private memorial wall to Janelle, on the shelves where I keep all her films.”“All right,” Corky said, “It’s yours when I’ve done him.”“You’re a champ, Cork.” Indicating the and the data on
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