“Hey. There’s a dead squirrel outside one of my tenant’s houses.” He paused. “No, it’s not roadkill. It’s right outside her front door. Something slashed it open but there’s not a lot of blood on the ground, so it looks like they did it elsewhere and left it here.” He paused again, listening. I wanted to ask who he was talking to, but he didn’t make eye contact. “How the hell would I know? I’m asking you because what if someone did it on purpose?” Another pause. “Okay. Bye.” “Who was that?” “My brother, Garrett. He’s a cop.” My eyebrows drew in. “I don’t think this warrants calling the cops.”
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