The next morning I check the newspapers online, but there’s nothing about a low-level mob goon being ripped off. There’s also nothing about Tiny Dashner’s body turning up in the river, though there’s still time for that. Daddy used to say it took two days for the current to wash a body up and another day for someone to notice, so it’ll probably still be two days at least if Madame Crimson’s people decided to finish what I had started.
I check my phone throughout the day as I sweep up coffee grounds at Starbucks. Jessica didn’t find out about me sneaking out last night, but she decided that sitting around watching TV during my suspension wouldn’t be a punishment, so she has me wearing an apron and doing the janitorial work no one...
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