“Pretty sure,” I said. “Jesus,” Dad said. “I just killed a man.” “Yeah, you did,” I said. I aimed my flashlight over at Dad. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you just ended your Senate run.” Dad didn’t have anything to say to that. I think he might have been a little bit in shock. I took the body and rolled it over. Whoever it was, he was young, dark-haired, and dark-eyed. “Who is he?” Dad asked. “I don’t know,” I said. “Why would someone want to kill you?” Mom asked. “I’m an FBI agent,” I said. “It’s your third day on the job!” “Fourth,” I said. I was feeling a little punchy
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