Mark screamed. “You’re going to kill me!”
Blake smiled. “No shit.” He put his pistol to Mark’s head.
Mark threw his hands up. “Wait! If you won't take my money, I have information. It’s important. High up in the government. I promise.”
Blake pulled his pistol back. “Like what?”
Mark’s eyes looked left and right, but never directly at him. “I . . . I—”
Blake frowned. “You don’t know shit.”
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