CHAPTER FIVE
“Big deal,” I said. “So they found some bloody clothing and a knife next door from where he died. How does this prove anything against Jamila?”
Mulrooney turned toward me and raised his finger—his index finger, for the record—again. “Patience.”
I bit my tongue and exercised all the patience I could muster.
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