Maybe I should quit the MPD agent business and get into couples’ counseling. I could sport some spectacles, hold a notepad, and say, “… and how does that make you feel?” a whole bunch. Not that I needed to ask to know how my comrades felt. Lienna was furious we were letting a self-admitted murderer lead our investigation, and Zak was peeved that two rookie MPD agents were tailing him like lost ducklings. “So,” I called out, breaking the combative silence, “assuming we find this guy hanging out in his lair like Lex Luthor, what’s our plan?” “Kill him.” “Arrest him.” I sighed. “‘Kill’ and
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