Despite the blasting air conditioner, Griff lowered his window as Turner drove through the gates of the federal prison camp that had been his home for the past five years. He shook his head and smiled. But he did have this one prospect, however slim. Stuff he had bought mostly because he could. The curving staircase was an architectural marvel, especially considering when the house had been built. In a moment, a voice came through the speaker.
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