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Seth pushed through the doors first. The air inside was thick — sweat, cheap tequila, and something older. Copper. Rot. Sacrifice.

Seth flicked the cigarette into the darkness. “Richie, on n’a pas le temps pour tes conneries.” We don’t have time for your crap.

Richie laughed. It was the first real sound he’d made in hours. from dusk till dawn vostfr

“On se casse dans dix minutes,” Seth muttered to himself, practicing the French line he’d memorized. We leave in ten minutes.

Inside the stolen RV, the Fuller family slept. Well, pretended to sleep. Jacob, the ex-preacher, kept one eye open. His daughter Kate gripped a cross under her pillow. Young Scott hadn’t moved in two hours. Seth pushed through the doors first

The lights went out.

Richie sniffed the air like a wolf. “C’est pas un bar, Seth.” This isn’t a bar. “Richie, on n’a pas le temps pour tes conneries

He opened the car door. On the passenger seat lay Richie’s switchblade, still wet.