Just a casual chat, he told himself. Nothing to be afraid of. A smile, a shake of the hands, the agreement, and we're off. He was pretty good at that sort of thing.
But Raymond Miller was sweating.
He'd gotten himself into a world of trouble with these guys, and he knew how they usually dealt with things. A few broken bones and a black eye -- he'd be lucky if that's all they had in mind.
He took another giant gulp of water. According to his watch he had six minutes before they showed up. Maybe he should call his wife, tell her that he loved her. Then at least she'd have a last happy memory to remember him by.
When she was ID-ing his body and sorting through his debts...
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