One F-250, Many Felonies

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time since he'd walked th

e next to the gleaming luxury sedans and a particularly loud

ut the

for a stroll do

officially, his agency liked its senior people to maintain some semblanc

ling near the entrance, women in expe

st immediately, holding court by his McLaren,

high school crush, clung to Brad's

's eyes flicked over him, then to his truck,

dripping with condescension. "Still driving a work truck, I s

earby classma

ice. "Some things never change,

noncommittal nod

rway, a genuine smile on her fac