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Hey, can you help me out? I’ve just killed a client

My head was spinning, andto throw up at any second “Can you come to me? I’m at The Stanton, on Seventh”

“Coop, you’re scaringon? Are you okay?” Her voice rose, the round “I’ht near there, so I shouldn’t be long”

“Thanks, see you soon Oh, I’ to tell her what roo off the phone, I looked up and saw that the para to two police officers and a uessed was a detective

I tried to cal in my chest Surely they didn’t send out detectives to every fatality? I glanced around for the other paramedic to find he’d disappeared

The first paramedic nodded in my direction, and the detective turned to me, while the other two officers walked over to Melinda’s body

I stiffened as he approached I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was a suspect Maybe I’d watched tooabout the way he was looking at me made me uncomfortable

I attempted to s, my throat suddenly dry and coarse, like sandpaper

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“What’s your name, son?” He put his hand out

I tentatively shook it Son? The guy looked barely thirty Either he was trying to intier than I was Or er than he actually was Fuck, noas just thinking shit

“Lia “Liam Cooper” He sat down in the armchair next to ht

“Okay, Liah what happened here? Do you know her?” he asked, flipping open his notepad

I laughed, earning lare Did I know her? She was naked in bed, and I earing only a towel What, I just happened to wander into her room in my towel, and find her dead?

“Of course I knew her,” I said, unable to keep the attitude out of my voice