Ch. 2
Insp. Shokie wasn't the type with a #barrage of questions. She didn't meet me that day. Her dark eyes stayed, though.
A gnarled hand called guilt reached for my throat.
"Some hand killed him," the Mgr. told me. "No weapon. No struggle. Just a severed jugular."
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Ch. 1
Reported it to a Sr. Mgr. He phoned the police. We waited on my balcony.
6:30 AM. Body still there, not fiction.
Rehearsed my alibi: bus, stop at #market...who saw me?
Should I tell the police I knew the dead one? It's possible his wallet has my photo in it.
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Preface
I checked in before dawn. After the bellboy left, I stepped out onto the balcony and took a photo.
5:54 AM. The last moment of peace.
I felt his eyes on me before I saw him.
My #enemy sitting in a chair on the balcony next to mine, his dead eyes staring.
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