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Chapter Thirty-Two

Aft

er one last peek at the man outside my apartment, I made sure the chain was in place and opened up Frankly, the chain was a joke and could easily be kicked in Thus, the need for un

“Erica Jensen?” The stranger asked He appeared benign, but you can’t be sure of such things

“Who are you?”

“Agent Phipps, FBI” He reached inside his jacket

“Careful,” I said “Move your hands slowly” I pulled out the gun, letting it hang at my side

Agent Phipps held a hand pal my ID”

“Right You should have had that out before you knocked” I started to close the door on him

Phipps pushed back “We need to talk”

“On a Saturday?”

“I’ents are like the Pinkertons We never sleep”

“What’s there to talk about?”

“Slava Kandinsky”