The trash bag was trailing some nameless amber liquid.
Nick eyed it, hoped the leak hadn’t started inside. He underhand heaved the bag on top of the flattish one on top of the receptacle on the curb in front of his lakefront quad-level.
The bag landed with a heavy squish, right where Nick wanted it to.
“Nice shot.”
Nick turned.
Rynemyre stood in his front ya…
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