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Chapter 107

He takes a sip of his coffee and leans back in his chair behind his desk at the station. “If I had to guess who did it”—he takes the picture and narrows his gaze on it—“I’d say it was the same fuck that got Andre .”

“Yes, it would seem that way.”

Wilshere nods. “The pennies and evidence that he was with someone shortly before he was killed are dead giveaways.”

Randy had been with a woman. Randy. But the prostitute left way before I did. Besides, I can’t imagine that she’d have returned after the beating he gave her.

Fuck me. If I hadn’t instructed the two guards flanking his door to leave and destroyed the camera, I’d be able to see who came in after I did. Then again, the police would be able to see that I was there.

But I left, confident that the guards wouldn’t come back and would never rat me out.

I left the body where it lay. It hadn’t been a clean kill. I’d lost my temper, something I rarely do, because when it happens, shit gets messy. After I left, I sent the order to our Clea
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