CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
I figured that Phyllis would be long gone by now. It was also a pretty sure bet that the number I had for her was for a burner phone. However, given Phyllis’s chosen profession, I couldn’t simply forget about her. Not after the way she had set me up. Or given the murders.
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