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2021-02-22 23:54:58Dexter smiled wolfishly when Freda opened the door. She stepped aside and gestured for him to come in. “I didn’t think you were serious when you said you would be stopping by,” she closed the door to her apartment and looked at him expectantly. “What brings you here so early?”
Dexter took his time to look around. This was no cheap place and it definitely was not located in a cheap location. “I’m here to talk to you about something that has been bothering me lately. I can sit, right?” He pointed to the wide couch and she nodded her head. “Sure, but tell me that it has something to do with that crazy woman. I hope you didn’t let her off the hook easily. She ought to be put in her place.”
Dexter silently watched how her calm look cracked for a moment and he saw the unmistakable hate in her
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