“Bishop, how old was our victim?” he asked.

           “Twenty-four,” she supplied. “Why?”

           “Because,” he said, gesturing to everything in the room, “I don’t think our victim bought all of this on his own.” As he said it, he felt in his bones that he was right.

           And everything in this apartment felt very, very wrong.

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