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We sat in a large room full of curtains and couches. Milling around the room were some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. As the night progressed, each of the gang members had disappeared with one or more women in tow, until there were only two of us remaining: me and Bo Wolf. He turned and looked at me. His gaze was menacing. I was almost frozen with terror. “Have you found your story, reporter?” he asked. I was shocked. I hadn’t told anyone that I was here on assignment. “How did you know?” I asked. “Simple. I’ve read your column.” I could do nothing but stammer. “Oh, I...uh...I
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