Six Names
The .38 sat in Mike Kovac's palm like it weighed nothing, which it didn't—two pounds, maybe, or less. But it felt heavier. It felt like his father. Mike had found the gun in a safe deposit box at the bank on South State Street. The box was number 447, his father's number, and Mike had gotten the key from a drawer in his father's desk where his father kept things he never talked about. The key...
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