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The Hawaiian Job.

Brian sat at the hotel bar, overlooking the resort swimming pool, the beach, and the ocean beyond. He took another swig from his third sweet and strong Mai Tai.

“Don’t move,” he heard the soft whisper behind his right ear. He froze.

Slap! The sting of the palm on his neck rang out.