Ned Hillsdale lay in his hospital bed, the sterile white walls closing in on him. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room, a constant reminder of his brush with death. The pain from his gunshot wound was a dull ache, but it was nothing compared to the fear and anxiety gnawing at his insides.
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Ned and the Web of Lies | Ned Hillsdale, Private Detective podcast - Listen or read transcript on Metacast
