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He's gone

      'Hi, you've reached Autumn, I can't come to the phone right now but if you leave a message ill call you back as soon as I can, bye.' Dan Murphy took a deep breath, counted slowly to ten, and told himself there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for his girlfriend not answering his calls or responding to his texts, one that didn't involve her running off with his bag of money.     He closed his flip phone and put it slowly down on the coffee table. He'd broken too many of them in moments like this. He'd taken anger management in  prison, voluntarily. His rage, combined with his habit of drinking to excess and taking exactly no shit from anyone had landed him there, so he'd figured maybe it would do him good, after all you needed something to do in there.         He  found that the techniques he learned helped, but sometimes he felt like all it did was push the anger down, deep inside him, where it would sometimes emerg...
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This space is getting hot

Upstate Maine           Unless I figure out some course of action in the next ten minutes, this guy's not going to let me walk away from this, Eddie Pena thought as the State Trooper walked over to his patrol car with Pena's license and the cars registration.           For one thing the name on the registration was Robert Feldman, of Miami Beach Florida, his  neighbor at his condo. They had hung out on each others porches drinking beer and telling war stories,  'Bob', was a retired union official from Chicago, who had ties to the Chicago Outfit (according to him) Eddie had enjoyed Bob's stories and had, in turn, told him about growing up in El Salvador and his experience fighting in the civil war over there. Eddie hadn't told him about his past with the drug gangs in California, but he'd hinted in their conversations that he was familiar with that world.          Bob was away a lot, about 6 mo...
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