The Adventures of the Basement Detectives
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My gaze wandered over my friends and for the first time in weeks, I felt a swath of tension peel off of me.
'You've started a war.'
Yay!
Quinn raced down Atlantic Avenue, his heart pounding in his throat, and every fibre of his being tense with fear for Elizabeth.
Did he tell you that I was the boss? That I was the mastermind, the ruthless killer and conman?
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‘Make us another pot of coffee and I'll make us some dynamite.'
We were no heroes. We had no army at our beck and call.
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