Meanwhile, where’s the damn paper?” “It’s in the cube van. I’ll back the van in, unload it, and then go get Charlie.” McKinley took in a deep breath and leaned back in his butter-soft leather office chair. He pressed his fingertips against his forehead and tried to rub out the stress. “Yeah, okay, bring him in. He damn well better be blindfolded the entire way here. Better yet, lock him in the back of the van.” He jerked his head toward the door. That was Joe’s cue to leave. “Now go. Get Royce to help you unload the paper. I want this bullshit out of my mind before noon.” Joe extended his hand
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