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Chapter 8 - The Interrogation Begins In The Dead Of Night

The heavy oak doors of the country club lounge splintered inward with a deafening crack as tactical boots kicked them off their hinges.

Rich patrons screamed in absolute panic, diving under velvet sofas as armed operatives swarmed the dimly lit room.

Sheriff Rick Barnes dropped his crystal bourbon glass, his face turning pale as he reached instinctively for his service pistol.

Before his fingers brushed the leather holster, a gloved hand grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the mahogany bar.

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“Remember me, Sheriff?” Dennis whispered, leaning in close as the harsh overhead lights caught his tired, hardened eyes.

Barnes gasped for air, his arrogant demeanor instantly dissolving into pathetic, shivering terror.

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