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I was just getting my camera ready, when I
saw a bunch of guys in dark suits setting up
roadblocks at the intersection.
“Road work ahead. Please detour.”
They even put up a sign.
Once the area was cleared, I saw the same
dudes carrying buckets of something red.
They were dumping what looked like blood all
over the road.
Then, four more guys came out of the Night
Owl, carrying a stretcher.
On the stretcher was Mark.
He looked like he was knocked out.
They’d smeared blood all over his arms, legs,
and forehead.
Kevin, his assistant, was snapping pictures.
I watched him bark orders to one of his media
friends.
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“Make sure you run the story tonight,” he
said.
“Mark Johnson dies in fiery car crash. Make it
sound as tragic as possible.”
I watched it all.
They were really pulling out all the stops.
All this for one fake death.
I watched them arrange all the details. Then, the roadblocks were cleared, and I saw an ambulance pull up and take Mark away.
I wasn’t surprised the ambulance showed up. Mark had a doctor friend at the hospital.
He was the one who signed Mark’s death
certificate last time.
He handled all the details.
I wasn’t surprised the ambulance showed up. Mark had a doctor friend at the hospital.
He was the one who signed Mark’s death
certificate last time.
He handled all the details.
As the ambulance pulled away, I told the cab driver to follow it to the hospital.
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As the ambulance pulled away, I told
