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Snoo opened the bottom drawer of his dresser, shifting his stage clothing aside and carefully drawing out a black lockbox, holding it to his chest as he sauntered back to his bed.
When he hit each number on the lock the digits burned in his mind. Six to the right. One to the left. Six to the right.
Once the box was open he gently pulled the contents out. As he held the heavy metal his finger itched to pull the trigger
He wanted to smell smoke.
Fink’s voice at his door made him jump.
He hid his treasure away.