The fat man was escorted back to the bureau, and the three of us were left in the whole room. I pushed him into the chair across from him, and the light illuminated his pale, greasy face. He was a little overwhelmed, his eyes floating. I lit a cigarette, "Tell me fatty, what the hell is the situation, it's all my own people here, don't say I didn't give you a chance." He looked up at me in a panic and saw that I was staring...

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