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The rain had blown out by Wednesday, leaving great fall weather for Thanksgiving and the Friday afterwards. A pristine blue sky, scrubbed clean by the recent rain, stretched from horizon to horizon. The sun sliced through the canyon walls of downtown Atlanta as we made our way down Peachtree Street. Darius Murphy’s last known address was out on East Ponce de Leon. We’d try there first.While I wanted to talk to Darius Murphy, I didn’t want to talk to him with Frank around. It had nothing to do with not trusting Frank, but everything to do with keeping my word. Even though he forced my hand, I had to be someone Murphy could trust. If he didn’t trust me, he wouldn’t talk to me.Frank Hobbs or no Frank Hobbs.There was a festive air about downtown Atlanta this morning. Crisp fall day.Clear blue sky. The tailgate parties had started to set up along Techwood Drive down from Bobby Dodd Stadium before sunrise. The Georgia – Georgia Tech annual football game would be played in Atlanta this year and the tailgate parties started to set up early, securing those prime locations street side before tomorrow’s noon kickoff.Plus, you couple that with this being... | |
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