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I wasn’t panicking I wasn’t—

A hts as I cliether, I turned my head toward Ivy’s apartment and cocked my ears to listen

A loud shatter followed by the deep baritones of a male voice from inside the apartment sent a chill down my spine

Ivy

Godda

Slipping back down the stairs, I quickly untied the ankle strap onheard I winced at the cold tiles underfoot and scurried across the hall to Ivy’s Pressing ain The guy’s words were louder but unclear Still, there was itation in his tone

Thinking it was better to be yelled at for being nosy than to ignore the gut feeling that told me Ivy was in trouble, I tried the door handle and heldit ever so slightly, the voices came to me loud and clear

“Stop fucking around,” a ot money That dead boyfriend of yours must have left you a shitload too”

Horror filled me

I knew that voice

It was Freddie Jackson

Ivy sounded e that kind of rand transfer li”

“Then youI need money to disappear”

For a moment, I wondered how someone who had evaded arrest and a subsequent police hunt could be this stupid? Panic and desperation turned people into morons

The thing was, it also erous, and Freddie had already killed