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Your father's diner. Eighteen thousand dollars. Five people who were there, and every one of them needs you to believe them.
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A diner that never closes, a father who collapsed in its parking lot, and a bag holding eighteen thousand dollars that is gone. Five people were there, and they leave voicemails, texts, a phone call and a recording, each telling their side of the story. You are driving home when they start.
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