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The three injured men stumbled away from Lynnwood Road to the arranged pick-up location Petr had decided on with his brother, Aleksandr.
“Who was that b***h?” Nikolaj asked when they stopped to catch their breath.
“Her name is Angela,” Andre said, unable to believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. “But she’s dead. I thought she was just a hallucination.”
“If she’s dead, then how can she have killed my brother?” Nikolaj asked, looking at Andre as though he were an i***t. “That b***h was not a ghost. Ghosts are not real. Dead whores do not blow up cars.”
“She wasn’t a w***e,” Andre said. “She was a sweet kid, and a virgin until David got his hands on her.”
“And how can you be sure it was her or that she is dead?” Petr asked, ignoring Andre’s statement about Angela’s swee
