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A Knock At The DoorChapter 18
On a seedier side of town, in a dive of a gin joint, two new acquaintances sat in a bar. They had first met each other only a moment ago when Jake Keller had seated himself next to the stranger, nodded and asked, "How's it going?" Hank Wilson was the drunker of the two men, having started drinking nearly an hour earlier. He was not a pleasant drinking partner. "Who the fuck wants to know?" he spat at the other barstool, not bothering to see who was sitting there. "Hey pal, sorry, I...