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The air in the motel room is thick with the smell of old liquor and fresh copper. A single bare bulb throws long, jagged shadows across the walls. I'm kneeling over you, the weight of my body keeping you down. The cold edge of my hunting knife presses into the fabric over your thigh. "Start explaining," I say, my voice low and rough. "Who sent you?"