accomplished what they came for.” She scanned the room, her gaze landing on the closet near the back. Its door yawned open, revealing the now-empty interior. She patted down the body before rolling Spartacus onto his side to check his pockets for keys or anything else the killer may have missed, hoping to find the passport he’d made for her. A key ring with two keys was all she found: one had the BMW logo across the fob and the other looked like a generic door key, which she assumed was for the front door of the shop. She rose to her feet and made her way over to the closet, pausing to examine
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