. So if it hadnt been for this guy, youd be wrapped up in this sheet right now.
Whos the killer? I asked. Simultaneously the girl asked, Whos the substitute? Try asking the guy who was supposed to get bumped off; he must know, said Sengoku with a false air of toughness. I havent any idea, I said. Someone who looked Carolina Panthers like me? Not really. Sengoku tilted his head in seeming discomfort, and looked to the shill for help. It must be Komono. Kansas City Chiefs Teeth clenched, the girl retreated yet farther from the plastic-wrapped bundle. What about him? I asked her. He died in your place, she said. The |
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