from his grasp. “Leave me the hell alone. I’ll do it myself.” He reached behind his head, untied the rags, and dropped them to the floor. McKinley gave Juan a nod and asked him to leave the room. “So, Mr. Dupree, you think you’re hot shit, right?” Charlie jerked his head and, with a smug response, answered the question. “From this side of the desk, it looks like I’m going to be calling the shots. I know exactly what this operation is and the kind of money you probably make—literally.” He laughed at his own quick wit. McKinley laughed with him. “Nice comeback.” He gave Joe a glance and saw
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