Buster Callan's lips twitched in a stillborn smile. ?Bad news, Jewboy. You?re dead.? It was an accident, ? Dave told him. ?I?ll get you another dog.? Callan shook his head, and he actually smiled. ?You got it wrong. I don't want your shekels. I want your blood.?
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