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BERNARD HAD HIS FACE locked on his phone. He jumped when he saw the dark figure sitting in his living room chair.
“Considering the company you keep, you should up your security,” Nick said, turning on the TV to illuminate himself in a blue glow.
The young man clutched his chest and lowered his bag to the ground slowly.
“I haven’t just been sitting here in the dark. I was watching SportsCenter and heard you come up the stairs. Thought it would be more dramatic this way,” Nick smiled.
“You aren’t allowed to be in my apartment without my permission.”
“You spend too much time reading scripts about cops. I’ve got probable cause. And a warrant,” Nick said, tossing the folded paper down onto the coffee table.
“You got Davidson. I don’t have anything to do with it,” Bernard said, his eye
