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‘What is it?’ you ask, curiously.
‘The guy you killed back there in the store, the one who wasted Long Jake, well, his name was Stinger,’ she replies, as if the name should mean something to you.
‘So, what of it?’ you say, quizzically.
‘Well … he was Mad Dog Michigan’s brother. When the others report what has happened to him, Mad Dog’s gonna be after us for sure. The guy’s a psycho. Believe me; I know. He’ll stop at nothing to get even.’
