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Rain slicked the cold cement, reflecting the harsh light. Johnny lay still, a bullet through his head. Simon knelt, skull mask stark against the gloom, shoulders shaking with suppressed rage. “How could you…” he rasped, voice thick with grief. He looked up, eyes burning. “You were supposed to watch his back,” he shouted, the pain raw in his tone.