They awoke next to the remains of a campfire or, occasionally, in a roadside motel, and in the darkness before dawn they began unloading poisoned sausage from their refrigerated truck. In the deep winter weeks of last July, Shane Morse and Kevin Figliomeni nearly always got up before the sun rose.
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