Excerpt from chapter thirty:
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Mario sat at his desk, staring at the email Quinn had sent him. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to pull all of it out. Not that it mattered; the job had made him go gray early anyway. He exhaled sharply and hit “print.” The roar of the machine coming to life momentarily dulled the sound of the sirens barreling down 5th Ave a few blocks over.
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“F u c k,” he muttered as he snatched the paper from the tray. He pinned it to the bulletin board with all the rest. The list was growing larger, and it was growing faster.
Mario picked up his cellphone and called Javier. As soon as Javier picked up, Mario said, “Come here. I need to show you something” and hung up. He was far beyond pleasantries at this point.
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A few minutes later, there was a timid knock at the door.Â
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“Yeah, come in,” said Mario. Javier’s body language as he entered the room told Mario that he was still nervous, unsure of his role as second.  That was Javier’s weakness, his lack of confidence, but despite that, Mario knew he was the right person for the job. His ability to heal had made him the top candidate, but more importantly, he could be trusted…
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(I cut off the end of that sentence on purpose so that I won't spoil anything!)