Chapter 30
A major apparatus roars by, horn streaking as it shakes the Camry stopped on the roadway's shoulder. I sit in the front seat; legs bowed out the entryway. The inside light tosses a faint corona over my hands, and the envelope grasped between them. It's opened to the record of my meeting with Freemont and that butt sphincter Cole. Seeing the initial not many lines is everything necessary to recollect. COLE: Now advise us, Freya, as well as could be expected, what you recall about that evening. Woodworker: The entire evening? Or, on the other hand, when Isabella began shouting? Since I don't recall a lot after that. COLE: The entire evening. I throw the record to the side, reluctant to peruse further. I don't have to remember that discussion. I am used to be sufficient. Underneat
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