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Razor had become extremely difficult to find.
That was the most accurate version.
The version I preferred involved him crawling into a hole because pressure was finally reaching Hell’s Fire, but Benny had spent three days reminding me that wanting an explanation didn’t magically turn it into evidence.
Annoying bastard.
Jarek knew exactly what we were doing. So did the detective. We weren’t entering properties, chasing people, or pretending we had authority we didn’t have. We were checking public places and known Hell’s Fire hangouts where Razor had previously been seen, documenting what we found, and passing anything useful along.
So far, useful was in short supply.
Marcus climbed into the passenger seat of Benny’s truck after checking another place and shook his head.
“Nothin
