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“The rest of the message maybe? You can’t,” he says, pulling up a picture on his iPad of the judge’s wife he strung from a building. “Keep,” he goes on, pulling up the photo of Lisa’s arm. “Her safe,” he says, looking at me.
AHHHHHHHH WTFFFFFF
“You know Lana Myers?” I ask her. Her eyes widen, and Lindy clears her throat. “No. We don’t.”
OH MY GOD
“My angel saved me. She’ll always watch over me. She is right now.”
FUCK SHE SAID SHEE
“Ms. Myers fought back. She got lucky. Even threw some things at him,”
SHES ON HER SIDDDDDEEEEE FUCK YEAAAAA
