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"Where did you get these?" Ami Ayukawa asked quietly, not looking up.
"Right where you left them, bitch. You'll notice they're
photocopies. I have the originals hidden away real well. I also had
several other copies made."
"This is dangerous stuff you're playing with, kid." the older
woman said menacingly.
"Oh, don't you worry your raggedy old ass over me, bitch. If
anything happens to me, anything at all, I have more than one
friend who has instructions to drop Ami's folder into the mailbox.
It'll find its way to the DEA and you're toast. Literally toast."
"I've also prepared copies which will be sent to your Colombian
friends. They'll be real interested to know that you kept such
meticulous records of their transactions. The note I added explains
that you're using the info to turn state's evidence and save your
own ass. They won't like that at all... no, no.... not at all."
Ami Ayukawa chuckled, then continued: "They'll find you, bitch. There's
no place you can hide, and when they do they'll kill you slowly. I
read about how they kille
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