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“Like I said. I haven’t been in touch
with him.” Jameson pulls my bag from
under the table.
“You sure you don’t have anything
you want to tell me?”
I have always prided myself on
knowing how to cover my tracks. If they
go over to Mrs. G's house, they'll find
her in bed, where she took her last
breath. It would look natural. Nobody
would suspect that I've been overdosing
