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10. Seducing A Murderer Is Not A Distraction

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“This is a bad idea,” said Charlie Duffy. Her voice crackled through the speaker, loud and unmistakably exasperated. I could almost see her pushing up her oversized glasses, eyebrows knit together in that classic Charlie-judging-you face. “Like, a really bad idea.”

“It’ll be fine,” I murmured, though my heart hadn’t quite caught up with the conviction in my voice.

We hadn’t talked in weeks. Between the catastrophe that was my job and the slow-motion wreckage of my marriage, I hadn’t exactly been good at keeping up with weekly calls. Charlie would argue those calls were the very thing keeping me tethered to sanity.

She might’ve had a point.

“You should’ve called sooner,” she sighed. “I could’ve talked you out of this nonsense before it spiraled into a full-blown operation.”

“It’s not nonsense. It’s my last chance to salvage my career,” I said, pacing the apartment with the phone tucked under my chin. “You remember how the last one ended. This is an opportunity, Char. A solid lead. And
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