A single missed punch at a Newark pool table should have been nothing more than an embarrassing story told over a pint, but instead, it set a timer on a cold-blooded hunt through the midnight streets. By the time the sun rose, one man was a memory and the other was a monster, leaving a trail of evidence that makes you wonder how a few seconds of bruised pride could turn so deadly.
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