Chapter 068
The blue and red lights of the police cordon threw shifting color across the facade of The Mans Bar, painting the crime scene tape and the wet pavement in alternating pulses. Officers moved in and out of the building in pairs, and the street had been closed at both ends. Ghost Wolf walked the length of the main corridor alone, stepping over the bodies without looking down at them, his attention on the walls. The blood patterns. The entry angles. The spent casings distributed across the floor in a way that told a precise story about movement and positioning. He read it the way other people read text, automatically and without effort, and by the time he reached the end of the corridor he had reconstructed the sequence of events well enough to picture it. "Most of them were killed with a si
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