Pete entered the full service gas station with his fancy, big time lawyer. It felt obvious that Chad remembered our faces, but he played coy untill Pete introduced him. Even then he never came out and said he remembered us. He danced around it, saying things like "you look familiar." After Pete introduced us as the homegrown terrorists who blew up his store, Chad asked if he could speak to us one on one. Pete didn't mind. Especially when Chad explained that it was in the name of pscholological torture. Chad took us to a small, dark room. There were cobwebs and spiders
everywhere. Here Chad's demeaor gradually changed. He relaxed a little, but only a little. He pressed his hands flat against the table and leaned in. "Listen up. Listen good. I don't give a shit about this man's business. All I care about is Russel Myers. You get me him and we're gold."
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