Chapter 44
Chapter 44 THIS WAS SERIOUSLY intimidating. A pair of fully black, dead-looking eyes containing absolutely no trace of white were staring at me. The guy facing me had obviously been on the street for a long time; he was covered in tattoos and piercings. He’d even taken things to a whole new level by getting the whites of his eyes tattooed completely black and they now stared blankly at me like a real-life horror movie. I was in a needle exchange centre, investigating the syringe I’d found at Sally’s crime scene. The place was crawling with junkies; human shells, the walking dead, hunting, searching, desperate for their next fix. I had hit a dead end. The attendant I spoke to about the syringe said there were literally millions of that type around the country. Anybody could have gotten
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