“Good morning,” he said, a bit louder than normal. He walked up to the solid wooden counter and saw the steam coming from the two coffee pots set on the shop’s back wall. There was no response. He walked through the narrow opening that employees used to get behind the counter and peered at the work space. What he saw sickened him. He’d seen worse in his years working homicides, but still…
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“Ken, I’m glad you could make it,” Tim said. His long hair was pulled back in a short ponytail. He has huge eyes and this morning they look bigger than usual.
“What’s up, Tim?”
“I’ve discovered something that will make us rich and powerful...”
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