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Chapter 8: The Dumpling House
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Chapter 8: The Dumpling House

"Yuki Tanaka," Jerome said, shifting against the warehouse wall. "She runs a gambling operation out of a restaurant in Chinatown. Dumpling house on Grant Avenue."

"A gambler is going to help us take down a conspiracy that involves federal agents?"

"She's not just a gambler. She's an information broker. Criminals, businessmen, politicians—they all pass through her place, and she remembers everything she hears." He paused. "More importantly, she has her own reasons t
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