turned the wand on the blinds and watched as the van drove away from the garage next to the loading dock. He scanned the area before closing the blinds. Several boarded-up warehouse buildings filled the space between his rental unit and two others at the end of the dead-end street. Being located in Milwaukee’s worst neighborhood was a good thing—nobody was stupid enough to stop by. It was ten o’clock when he made another check of the time. An hour had passed, and the van would be returning soon. McKinley cleared the paperwork off his desk and neatly organized every sheet into its own file
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