THINK OF HOME

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He gives a shrewd squint. "How much?"

With a slow hand, you tap your briefcase. "Everything inside."

The Counter gives it a deft kick, resulting in a heavy thud. He nods.

"Alright, let's get it over with."

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That easy, huh?

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"I know the area pretty well. Not sure why the shoemaker would be here, he's really good at not getting lost..."

It's true. The only reason he could possibly be here, you think, is for someone else's sake.

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"What can you tell me about where he is?"

"Well... I'm not so sure, laddie... He called me on the rotary, y'see, and said little."

"That's not very good information. Do you know who he's with? Not many people to choose from..."

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"Well - heh." You stop yourself. It'll probably cause problems if you told him
your dad's dead as a doornail. "Um, tiny vines crept outta the receiver?"

He pauses to think. "Hmm... alright, follow me."