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Dwindling Prospects by small1 (part 9 of 9)

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A moment later, Campbell's hand reached back into the bag of mulch. Rough, strong fingers wrapped around my body. "I think you must have pissed that guy off," he said.

"He's scared," I said. "He is afraid that if I escape, I could cause trouble for him."

"Well, you're going to be all right, Brian."

"Thanks. You don't know how—" I let my comment halt in mid-sentence. "How did you know my name?"

Campbell laughed. "Well, I took a wild guess that there aren't a lot of tiny men running around Seattle."

Campbell! His name. Everything began to fall into place.

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