Morris swallowed hard, sweat collecting at the nape of his neck. “And… w-who, was the lady?”
The sergeant leaned forward, his face close enough that Morris could see every scar, wrinkle and spot. He saw the lip turn up in the corner and heard the sneer of derision. “Your lady friend: A Miss Matilda Hornwasher.”
Morris tried to swallow again; his throat was dry as a desert. “Was the body ever found?”
The sergeant leaned back slowly, taking a drag from his cigarette. He met Morris’ eyes. “No.”
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“Freeze!” A voice pierced into the darkness, followed by the sound of a g*n being c****d. A light clicked on and the bright beam of light flooded them. Orange’s mind careened from confusion, to gratitude, and then to a whole different type of fear.
Mr. Aubright jerked his head toward the li
