Lucas’s POVMy throat burned, my eyes stinging as I leaned on my cane, the pain in my injured leg flaring, my hands trembling with exhaustion and dread. My stomach churned, my pulse faltering as my phone buzzed with Tom’s name. I answered, my throat tightening, my heart thudding with urgency. “Tom, what’s the word?” I asked, my voice low and raw, my eyes glistening.Tom’s voice was steady, his pulse calm through the phone, his throat easing. “I lied to the cops about the gun, Lucas,” he said, his heart resolute. “Told them I shot it—it’s in my name.” My pulse quickened, my throat burning with confusion, my eyes narrowing. “Why the hell would you do that?” I snapped, my voice sharp, my heart racing. “What’s the angle?” Tom’s throat tightened, his pulse faltering. “To keep you clean,” he said, his voice firm. “You shooting Austin could’ve sparked questions, muddied the investigation. We need this case tight to bury him.” My pulse steadied, my throat easing, my eyes stinging with
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