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This wasn’t just about revenge. It was about removing a cancer from the community and protecting his family from future threats. That evening, he positioned himself across the street from the copper mine in with a pair of binoculars and a thermos of coffee. At 8:15, Trent’s black pickup truck pulled into the parking lot.
Harry watched through the window as Trent took his usual spot at the bar and ordered his usual whiskey. June played her part perfectly. She served Trent his drink, made small talk about the weather, then casually mentioned that her cousin, who worked at the Billings Casino, had been bragging about how some bookies were getting rich by skimming from their rural clients.
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