Chapter 237
Author: Snowpinch
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Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Seven

Collins stood alone in the villa kitchen just after six o’clock on Saturday morning, staring at the premium espresso machine as though it had personally betrayed him.

His expensive silk shirt was already wrinkled at the cuffs from several failed attempts to make coffee. A thick curl of dark smoke drifted from the metal filter basket, filling the kitchen with the bitter smell of burnt coffee grounds.

He grimaced and jabbed another button.

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