CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
“We got here the same time as the secretary and found him in his office.” Derry glanced over his shoulder toward an open door.
“I’m just glad it was someone other than me,” I said.
The corner of Derry’s mouth turned up a fraction. Coming from him, it was almost a belly laugh. “Looks like suicide.” His emphasis on the first word conveyed skepticism.
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