Chapter 9: The Red Line

Whitlock lays the unflattering parts on the table — three days in a dead sedan, a rule broken over cigarettes — and asks the room for nothing in return. I keep wondering what that costs a man like him. Would you trust the mark on his throat faster than you'd trust the cigarettes?
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