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The night was cloudy, dark like ink...
...and the rain drizzled on Chelsea. As Big Ben struck the eleventh
hour, Dino and the American arrived at the eighth floor apartment
of the safe house and knocked on the door. Three sharp raps
followed by another two, as agreed upon earlier.
“Who is it? Is it you Angelo?” a deep voice queried in…
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