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Eleven

Mako

“YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN to er?” I ask, htly as I lean towards the wo before m

e ‘Wo she looks like a half-dead wraith

“Who?” she snarls, shooting me a dirty look

“Froggy,” I supply Recognition lights up in her dull brown eyes It’s sad to say that there’s only a thin layer of life that separates her eyes fro’s

“My hair wrapped arou… is he dead?” it takes her all of three seconds to conclude why I’ I pull out the crime scene photos and lay them out in front of her as an answer Her eyes widen and horror washes over her face Slowly, her shaking hand picks up the picture showcasing Greg’s chest with the word ‘Ghost’ carved into it The picture rattles in her pale fingers, while her other hand covers her open mouth Red paint colors her nails, nearly chipped completely away

“Do you knoould do this, Ms Franklin?”

It see her eyes away from the picture and back to mine The picture drops to the table

“No”

Just one word Two letters And a big fucking lie

It’s norusted by some of the crime scene photos

Linda Franklin is all of those But she’s also scared

It’s not noreyman if you don’t think they’ll ever co across the table in our cozy little interrogation room has a reason to be scared

A behind me, his hands in his pockets as he observes Linda