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I got little sleep that night, a couple of hours at most, and woke with a dull pain in my head. It wasn’t a hangover even though Carrie and I finished the bottle. I suspected it had to do with punishing myself. Headaches frequently were the results of the body turning against itself for some behavior executed, or one that should have been done and wasn’t; it was the super ego, that standup conscience of mine, that determined how I should live out my life. I couldn’t let go of my interview with Lola. Did she, or did she not, kill Jackie?
Maybe Reggie could enlighten me. I needed to find out what he could tell me about Lola Weddinghouse without revealing any confidences. I waited until I thought Reggie would be at work, then stopped at a Starbucks and picked up a couple of coffees and b
