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Ricky leaned back in his high-backed leather chair, the kind that creaked just enough under his solid frame to remind you of old money without trying too hard. His office sat on the top floor of a con

Corey slammed the car door shut outside his suburban two-story, the kind of house that screamed "we've got kids and a mortgage" with its faded blue siding and the swing set rusting in the backyard. It

The A-frame chalet squatted like a forgotten wizard's hat in the heart of the pine-choked woods, its sharp roof dusted with a fresh layer of snow that made the eaves groan under the weight. Winter had