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the living room, where Sin sits with her
legs pulled up to her knees. Another man
sits in an armchair on the opposite end of
the room, his eyes red-rimmed, his hair
standing on end. I recognize him as Kurt
Frank. He hiccups, and I gather he's
drunk.
“Detective.” Sin says, her pretty
green eyes look pleased to see me. I want
to tell her to call me Creed again, but I
know it wouldn’t be appropriate. Cohen
