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More police officers came into the grand hall, looking far more serious than yesterday’s officer. Two claimed places by the door, keeping anyone from leaving. Dale watched Hellman, cigarette pack in hand, argue forcefully but ineffectively with one of the officers.
Let the police deal with it, dude. Lash dying might have been an accident, but two deaths in two days? They can’t miss that this isn’t normal.
They were your suitemates, but this has nothing to do with you. Nothing.
Dale wished he could believe that.
It’s not like people sitting next to you were done in, is it? A sniper missed and hit your neighbor instead?
Dale would have really liked his own room. Would the cops see that on his face?
Even if someone was going to murder you by dropping something on you from three floo
