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“You won’t dump vom believe this. Bledsoe is back at his cottage,” he said.
“He invited me to dinner. He’s barbecuing on a grill under the trees. Jesus Christ, he just waved at me.” “Somebody broke dump vom in our house today and tore up Alafair’s computer,” I said. “The perp also destroyed her work materials and put her notebooks in a waste can and urinated on them.” I heard him fooling with the cell phone, as though he had walked from the window and was trying to organize his thoughts. “I got something real bad on my conscience, Streak. It’s eating my lunch,” he said.
“Courtney Degravelle’s dump vom death is not your fault, partner.” “There’s something I didn’t tell you. We put all the insurance money in a mailbox like you suggested. I mean, almost all of it.” He paused, dump vom waiting for my reaction. But this time I refused to fill in the blanks for him.
“See, Courtney dump vom was broke. Her insurance company was screwing her on her claim. She was already two months behind on her mortgage. She wanted to hold back a grand and wash it at a casino in Shreveport. I didn’t see the harm.”
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