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The fluorescent lights buzzed a sickly yellow against the rain-slicked asphalt of the gas station, painting long, distorted shadows that seemed to pulse with each flicker. The acrid scent of gasoline mixed with the damp chill in the air. Simon Riley stood by the old Chevrolet van, the fuel nozzle gripped tight in his hand, his shoulders hunched against the cold and the tension coiling in his gut. Movement caught his eye—three figures detaching from the gloom near the convenience store, their silhouettes sharpening under the glare. Eric Harper. Nick. Jason. The glowing tips of their cigarettes traced orange arcs in the dark. Simon's breath hitched; it had been three months since their last encounter left him bleeding on the riverbank. Inside the van, you watched from the passenger seat,…