111. FELIX YEATS (POV)

I heard the steady footsteps crunching over the gravel before any voices. I stepped back from the window, the radio still crackling in my hand. Tony stopped beside me, his gun still in hand.

“They’re getting out of the cars.”

I moved closer to the door, peeking through the gap in the frame. Thre...

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