Can Of Worms
When Thompson finally stopped at a small cafe, Mark took a seat at a nearby table, straining to overhear the conversation. “…can’t let this go through,” Thompson was saying in a low, urgent voice. “If Rodriguez’s name gets cleared, it’ll open up a whole can of worms. We’ll all go down.” Mark’s heart raced. We’ll all go down? Who else was involved? He leaned in closer, trying to catch more of the conversation.
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