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Quit day job; twelve years premature.

Quit day job. Twelve years prematurely.

“Here we are, you sure you're ready?” Cliff looked over at his nephew before climbing out of the small Toyota pick-up truck, which liked to shake and burp as the engine shut off. Terry let the truck complete its death rattle in the driveway before climbing out. The hot morning breeze lifted his dingy mullet. He grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses from the collar of his stained t-shirt and placed them over his eyes. He took a moment to examine the home in front of him. The small A-frame house s...

Chapter One: June, 7th, 4:43p.m. Friday 2008 Alex Cutler's dark eyes were focused on a thin monitor; black hair hung to his chin along the sides of his face. His tall frame gently rocked back and forth as his lean fingers attacked the keyboard. His office was average in size, offering a fifth-floor view of neighboring parking lots and surrounding buildings in downtown Chicago, and bare of everything except a pair of padded chrome chairs and an all-glass desk. A box set to the side contained t...