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The cops came by shortly thereafter to question Connor. I watched them suspiciously the entire time, wondering which one might be getting paid off by Miranda.

Connor knew about as much as I did – which is to say, not much more than he’d been shot. He repeated the story several times, but nothing interesting surfaced until one of the cops asked, “Did you recognize the shooter?”

“No. Do you have any information on him?”

The cops looked at each other. “Not yet.”

“‘Not yet’? It’s not like he got away – you’ve got his goddamn corpse.”

“His prints aren’t in the FBI database, the federal prison system, or any of the state prison systems.”

“Of course not, somebody either hacked the system and wiped his record, or he’s from out of the country,” Connor snapped. “Have you tried Interpol yet?”

The cops looked at each other again. “Uh… that’s our next step. All that about somebody hacking the system or him being a foreigner – why did you say that?”

“Because the person behind this isn’t going to t
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