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“Picked up on that, didja?”
“He’s never been married.”
“Yup.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Thought you’d like that. Toldja something was weird about this case.”
“You have said that about every single case that ever came your way.” It was automatic. Jason hardly knew what he was saying. He couldn’t hear Kline anymore. He was too busy remembering how he felt after Pat Chambers overdosed in front of him.
I am living a stolen life.
“Kline. I have to go. Thank you. For calling. My best to your niece and nephew-in-law.” He fumbled for the button to end the call and dropped the thing; it fell beside the remote.
Holy shit.
