Goodbye, my mate
"No clue. Old flame, maybe? If it was her ex, they'd be clawing each other's eyes out. She despises that prick."
The air-conditioning hummed too loudly in the storage room, but I leaned closer anyway. "Do you know who Leah's ex-husband is?" I asked Seth, my voice low enough to drown in the ventilation's rattle.
He didn't look up from the Twizzlers package he was ripping open. "Don't know, don't wanna know," he said, the plastic crinkling like a threat. "In this business, curiosity's just a faster route to a body bag." A red licorice strand dangled from his fingers as he offered me one.
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