He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. “That’s what we narcs have to do. I have found you. How on earth does it concern you?” Annabel laughed hardly.
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