A dark little mystery from Justina Luther. You know that’s right up my alley.
I heave into the wastebasket, my hair sticking to the sweat pouring down my neck.
“Tell us where Brittney is!” The pudgy detective screams.
“I don’t know!” I say for the thousandth time. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, thick black streaks of mascara scarring it. “Why don’t you believe me? Brittney is my best friend. I would never do anything to her. It was that man I saw go into her apartment.”
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