Twenty-Nine
Pierce The crime scene was odd. Even though I had been examining it for a few hours, I still couldn’t get over how peculiar it was. The two dead druggies and the small bag of coke weren’t what was off. We saw s**t like that every day. But the way the bodies were positioned, the fact they were both kill shots directly in their chests, even down to the spot the bag of coke was in. It almost looked like it was staged. The witnesses were both conveniently dead, so they couldn’t answer any questions about the scene. But what would a staged drug deal gone bad accomplish? “What are you thinking?” Sharon asked when we got back in the SUV. “It just seemed… misleading,” I told her, taking my phone out for the first time in a few hours to see if Mia had texted any picture
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