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Calmly, deliberately, Palakon asks, "Well, Victor, ould you like to know?"

"Who do you work for?" I ask

Palakon considers this, doesn’t knohere to go

"Oh shit, Palakon"

I glance over at the inspector fro up space, barely paying attention to the proceedings But those cheekbones, that jawline-I’ve seen the to place where Iout the best way to explain-"

"Fuck the best way," I shout "Just fking say it Who do you work for?"

"I’m an independent contractor, Mr Ward-"

I cut hi else until you tell hs heavily, then nods at Palakon

"Who in the fk do you work for?" I ask "Because Jaht?"

"Not exactly" Palakon tilts his head

"Godda sick of your bullshit," I scream

"Mr Ward-"

"They killed Ta raped her and cut her throat open Bobby Hughes ordered it done"

Everyone just stares at me blankly fro it isn’t understandable

"Mr Ward-" Palakon starts, his patience dropping

"Fuck you, Palakon!" I’ "Who in the fk do you work for?" I’ into Palakon’s face "Fucking tellat rimace

Palakon draws in a breath and stares icily at me

He says, simply, "I work for your father"

Palakon pauses, looks away, sighing, then back at me

"I work for your father, Mr Ward"