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“No way. You can always tell a cop, even the bad ones. They think they got the law on their side. This guy was too dirty even to be a dirty cop.”
“Okay,” I repeat again, not wanting to say too much.
“Be careful,” he says, and hangs up.
I sit for a second with the phone in my hand. I’m not sure what to think about what he’s told me. Lolita has been dead for so long. After so much time I’d come to believe that everyone had forgotten her except me. I hang up the phone and then pick it back up, punch in a number I know very well.
“Hello?” says Drew.
“Can you come by later? It’s Annie.”
“Sure,” he says after a second’s hesitation. “Something wrong?"
“I don’t know.”
Drew always looks at me as though I’m an unwelcome solicitor at his door asking for a donation to a charity in which he doesn’t believ
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