Marks won't be able to solve this case, I said. His voice was small, careful. I had two knives. Broken ribs jutted outward like the broken sides of a frame.
He looked at me across the man's body. I tried to protect myself, but I slid to the floor, stunned, unable to breathe or think for a space of heartbeats. I pointed the gun barrel at Simon's head. I knelt with him, trying to keep him upright.
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