When we last left off, Erica was here confronting two people with information and a distinct unwillingness to share.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
For a moment, I had no idea what to say. Jen approached me as one might a wounded animal.
"So what's your story?" I asked, once I'd found my tongue.
As she drew near, I was able to make out her expression, a mixture of bafflement and guilt.
“Who are you?” she asked. A fair question.
“I was hired to find a man who stole money,” I said. “And while I was looking, I ran across a dead body and someone tried to kill me.”
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