Unedited sneaky peek!
“Hands! Show me your hands!” Pav kicked the door open, rifle up, finger resting beside the trigger.
The smell hit him before he cleared the doorway.
Coffee. Freshly brewed. Not the instant shit he usually drank to stay warm…
Oof! The Tracker will be live shortly, so the chapter needs to come down.
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