A laugh tumbled from my chest and Francesca gaped at me. “How’s that funny? My colleague died, Lance,” she said in horror. “Right yeah, it was just how he died that was amusing,” I tried to cover my ass. “Being blasted to pieces in front of his family by a maniac?” Great. He had to die horrifically, didn’t he? Couldn’t have died drowning in a whirlpool of Griffin shit. Selfish bastard. “Er-” I drained my whiskey. “Another drink?”
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