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The closing ceremonies had gone to chaos and were never coming back.
Detective McComas’ partner had dragged him away.
The killer had just walked out.
Dale was on his own.
Don’t be stupid. Ralph wouldn’t have nodded to say he was the killer. He thought you were thinking someone else. Maybe that this riot disguised as a con finale was female drama, like he said. Misogynist jerks always expect other guys will keep their secrets.
He knew that voice. The same voice that told him to not bother tracking down minor technical issues. That told him the large fries wouldn’t hurt. That told him to not bother answering email from that one needy customer, just fix the problem and hope they’d go away.
That voice made things worse.
Dale lurched to his feet and staggered after Ralph.
You’re cra
