chapter 3

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I walked out only to find my bike has been stolen. Great. Just what I needed.

Time to start walking.

Whitechaple... that's like... eleven or twelve blocks from here.

I gimped along the sidewalk as the sun beat down on me. My leg hurt, I had a headache... this was going to take some patience.

I dragged my leg behind me as an old, reflective, black car pulled up beside me.

It was dean.

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