I’d worked for my foster father since I’d turned fourteen and started to fill out. By the time I was sixteen, he’d moved me from peddling his poison to collecting payment from the miserable souls who owed him money. Uncle Jack was a two-bit criminal, thief, and dealer who’d made Midnight Falls his territory. There wasn’t much you could wring out of the people who lived here. The town was well below the poverty line and nearly everyone and their neighbor had a drug problem. But Uncle Jack was inventive. He always found lots of ways for the desperate to pay their debts-and it was my job to make
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