Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights painting

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These phones were provided by a hacker nonpareil and anarchist-multimillionaire named Mick Sachatone. Mick sold them for six hundred bucks a pop. He guaranteed their viability for thirty days.Usually, the phone company didn’t realize been stuffed in an empty box of jerky under the bed.Of the twenty thousand, only fourteen remained. The other six thousand evidently had been spent on fast food and pork-fat snacks.Corky took the money and left the jerky box.In the dinette alcove off the living room, Hokenberry was still dead and no less ugly than before.During their three previous encounters, Corky had deduced that Hokenberry was estranged from his family. Unmarried, less than ideal material, and not the type to have a of that their system had been manipulated and didn’t identify the bad account for two months. Then they shut off service and sought the perpetrator. By that time, Corky had thrown the phone in a Dumpster and had obtained a new one.His purpose wasn’t to save money but to guarantee his anonymity when engaged in activities that were against the law. Making a minor contribution to the eventual financial ruination of the phone company was a pleasant bonus.Now Corky located Ned Hokenberry’s trove of cash in a bedroom one degree more civilized than the hibernation cave of a bear. The floor was littered with dirty socks, magazines, empty bags of fried bacon rinds, empty paper buckets from Kentucky Fried Chicken, and sucked-clean chicken bones. The money had