Chapter 2We went back to my office. The body—my body—was long gone. It was the morning of the next day. I’d not been dead for twenty-four hours yet; it felt like an eternity.
The office was subdued. Many of my coworkers had clearly been crying. My desk was cordoned off. The carpet had been removed. There were two policemen taking notes as they interviewed what had been my friends. Well, clearly, all but one had been my friend, it seemed. But which one? Which one had flicked off my lights, so to speak?
I listened to the police. No one knew anything. No one had seen anything. We didn’t have cameras in the office; the building was guarded instead.
Max flew by my side. “I don’t get it, Nord. How were you killed in the middle of the day if there are this many people that sit around you?”
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