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Cold Husky

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November, 1989.

Frost. Gleaming in the morning sun. Like bags of diamonds dropped in the night. Hundreds of precious jewels flung out onto business park lawns hours ago in the deep dark. By who? By criminals on the run. By desperados with the law crawling up their ass. Seconds from capture, they’d flung their hauls, the ones they’d worked so hard for, in…

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