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

the rest by the end of next month.”

“We are past the point of informal arrangements,” George said, sliding a manila folder across his desk and covering it with a stack of yellow legal pads.

The bold black letters printed on the tab of the hidden folder spelled out Demolition, but my eyes were fixed on the contract paper he was tapping with his pen.

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