There are a few things I don’t believe in. Like santa. An honest politician. And gut instincts.
That was, of course, until I woke up with one.
And I knew.
This was the day I was going to die.
The cops, thus far, have proven useless and uninterested in my issues. When you couldn’t get help from legal channels, what other choice did you have but to look elsewhere?
That was how I came across Quinton Baird.
A “fixer.”
Whatever the hell that was.
All I knew was, I had a problem that needed fixing.
Hopefully, before it killed me.
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