CHAPTER FIVE
I made it through that session without slipping into a coma or getting on my knees and banging my head on my chair. Sitting and listening to other people whine on about personal shit seems like a huge waste of time, but I force myself to do it. It’s an art, listening. All good private eyes need the skill. I once mastered it as part of my mis…
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