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Walking toward the farmhouse, Gary could smell the dead man’s shit. He didn’t know who he’d just killed, but he knew what he was. The stiletto dagger had given that away—a killing knife. He was American, so probably worked directly for Sidney. This led Gary to believe the dead man was most likely as sadistic as the man he worked for. He hoped that was the case; but the man had no fighting skills, the kill had been too easy