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JULY 20, 2014
Sara Sofia Ulo sat on her double bed in her three-room apartment, sipping a martini and staring intensely at a screen. She had just taken a shower and let her long, black hair hang loose while it dried. The only source of light in the room was her MacBook, which at the moment showed her pictures of dead bodies with entrance and exit wounds. She wrinkled her nose as she scrolled over a particularly gruesome picture of a man who had been shot in the mouth. All that was left of the lower part of his face was a big, red crater. All of a sudden, a new source of light appeared in the room when her cell phone started ringing on top of the nightstand. After a couple of seconds, she peered at it. Huh, she thought. Him? It couldn't be … Why would he call at this hour of day?
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