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The joyless blonde, dragging him off to a tortured night in a motel


The big cop, carefully beating him, insisting that he had killed the only honest man in the world


The scared rich girl, racing with him through the night to a strange rendezvous


And the polite hood, apologizing endlessly as the blackjack rose and fell


But Mac Rivers knew that this nightmare was real, and that it would go on and on—until he was dead.

Strangers on Friday by Harry Whittington

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