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... r the streetlight bleeding through the blinds. My keys clattered onto the armrest like loose change, and I collapsed onto the couch, the springs groaning under me. Every muscle screamed; dried blood crusted my knuckles, and the cut on my cheek throbbed with each heartbeat. I shut my eyes, the police-station fluorescents still burned into my retinas. Hours of statements, coffee that tasted like ash, Richard’s snarling face across the interrogation table.
Because of him, the plan with Guy ...
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