Jared dropped keys and sunglasses on the table as he raced toward the bathroom. That Chinese food from the food truck did something horrible to him. He puked up his guts, then laid on the floor moaning. Something was taped to the underside of the toilet tank. He slid closer to peer at it. A fat envelope. It looked like it held a big wad of cash.
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