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The lights in the abandoned basement flickered ahead. I huffed, my fingers tightening around the scalpel in my hand.
It was about time I fixed the f****d-up wiring in this place; it was irritating. My job required careful precision, and it was annoying to do it under these conditions.
I always wanted to fix it, but it’s not like I could just walk into a depot and get that much equipment—it was sure to raise a few eyebrows.
Also, I didn’t have the time in between juggling college, work, and my side gig.
I glanced at the naked, dead girl holed up in the corner; her skin was turning pale, and she was covered in cuts and bruises. I had to dispose of her soon.
Okay, maybe a lot of people wouldn’t consider what I did a side gig, but it was important work, okay?
The police, the me
