I’d like to say that it cratered, or that it broke, or that a virus killed it…but nope. I lost it. Gone, baby gone. All is not lost (err, whatever). I have backups on top of backups. But I did lose my digital rights management for songs I bought from Puretracks — and I lost approximately 500 words of a short story called Cold Dark (and the way writing goes, those are completely irreplaceable words — that will always seem like pure gold as I try to rewrite them).
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It was supposed to be one small job — the type where no one gets hurt and everyone gets paid. Except Jack knows that there’s no such thing as a small job and now his only chance of getting out of this alive are a killer with half a brain, a drug-addicted wheelman, and a crazed demolitions expert.