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The smell of decay surrounded him. It clung to his clothes and skin like gum in hair. No one else seemed to notice, but their noses were only human. They couldn’t know he’d spent three hours disposing of a body, or rather, pieces of a body. It had taken even longer to clean the apartment.
Two showers and a change of clothes later, and Mark could still smell Edmond Marlay. He normally wouldn’t cover up a crime, but no ordinary human had killed that man. He couldn’t risk what an investigation might turn up.
Refocusing his attention on the files in front of him, Mark forced himself to get through his paperwork quickly. With everything going on, he was getting behind, and he couldn’t let that happen. He needed to finish a little work, then he could get back to helping Meg. It was wher
