“About 2 months, or so, before the murders.”
I repeated that, and wrote it down. My hand shook a little as I wrote.
I looked up slowly.
“It’s true I’ve murdered, but I’ve changed. There’s also the guard in here with us, and at least two cops, and guards on the other side of that mirror. I won’t hurt you.” He held, or tried to hold up his handcuffed hand. “I can’t hurt you.”
I relaxed a little after that. Now, all I wanted to do was get to th...
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