“You wanted to talk?” Ursula asked. “Yeah.” Kane was prepared this time. “Where did I get my fish?” Ursula stopped rocking. “Your what?” “My fish. Where did I get him?” There it was, the flash of deceit in Ursula’s eyes as she looked away. “I have no idea what fish you’re talking about.” Kane tore open his bag, dug out the photos, and slapped them down on the table. The one of Ursula holding the fish in the pouch of water was right on top. “You’re lying.” Ursula’s face went from pink to red to gray. She attempted to smooth out her expression, but there was no saving this. She’d been caught and
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