Death on the Highway

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Let's follow a new boy as he darts into in Riekel a basement tavern serving ragtime music and chili concont You did the same place, same table, same table. You got a good memory, mister. I'm sorry, huh, Samuel?

You're tipping off that bridge. What a way to die. Yes. What a way to die. Hey, it's not funny. Did you know Samuel? No, I didn't know Samuel. You got your nickel. What are you waiting for?

Nothing. You don't have to get sore. I did know Samuel's. Let the Samuel's embezzled 100,000. in Bezels $100,000 from Eric Carlisle's investment broker. And I'm Eric Carlisle. I did not think. I was an eyewitness to his last scene on Earth.

I played it. Hey, face it. You have no choice, sir. You had a position of trust. You've been bezeled $100,000. $10,000? I just took $10,000. Not the $100,000 at missing. You're confused and hysterical. You lost heavily to Gamblers, so heavily lost pack of how much.

That's not what happened. The firm is in shaky condition. You use my small pep to cover a bigger one of your own. You sold the other 90,000 from your own customer account. It's an improbable story, time it. No one will believe it.