Someone who was a real policeperson had to give me something to legitimize my status. I'd seen that. Remember, I didn't make it through the whole room either. I wanted to ask my questions and get the hell out of here.
Chapter 47IT TOOK A SECOND for my eyes to adjust to the dark interior, but it wasn't my eyes that told me something was wrong. And as much as I'd like the big question answered, I'd miss you. He was looking down at the steps. Answer me, Cristobal.
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