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CHAPTER 3: A FILE CALLED HELL.

Marco showed up at my apartment with two coffees, a bag of

warm croissants, and his usual “we’re going to die, but at least we’ll do it

in style” expression.

–Did you sleep at all, or were you still staring at the

envelope like a grieving widow?

–A little of both –I replied, taking the coffee like...