Tag: stakeout
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INTERNATIONAL FALLS, MINNESOTA
He blew breathe from his mouth and watched the vapor drift away. His gloved hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his coat and his chin hunched down under the scarf wrapped around his face. He stamped his feet and the soles of his boots crunched on the frozen ground. ‘Anything?’ the receiver crackled…
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THE STAKEOUT
He ate the last crumbs, rolled up the wrapper and tossed it in the back. Still hungry. Should’ve stopped at a store for provisions on the way. Across the street nothing happened. He stared at the unmoving windows and door. How long had it been? Three hours. Another five before the night shift took over.…