Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

paper.

I pulled the two-page contract from my coat pocket and spread it out on the table beside his drawing.

I read every line, searching for the hidden traps Martha had warned me about.

Near the bottom of the second page, tucked between a clause about trash removal and a paragraph about key return, I found the sentence that made my fingers go cold.

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