Chapter 82: An Unholy Alliance
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Updated : Mar 31st, 2026
The motel room smelled of stale cigarettes, cheap whiskey, and desperation. It clung to the threadbare carpet and the yellowed curtains, a fitting perfume for the man stewing in its confines. Brock Zimmerman paced the small space like a caged animal, his heavy footsteps a dull thud against the floor. He was a man running on fumes of rage and paranoia, seeing shadows in every corner, hearing accusations in the hum of the ice machine down the hall.
His burner phone, a cheap piece of plastic he’d...
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