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I turned and looked at Stone. Stone nodded his head sharply toward shit-head and smiled.

Parker looked at me.

I smiled.

Kleitz looked at me and smiled. I smiled in return.

Kleitz let go of the thief and stepped aside.

The thief looked at me.

I smiled.

The thief didn’t.

And I did what Mike Ripton does best. Well, short of fucking bitches.

I knocked that motherfucker out.

Cold.

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