I get up, on my way to my desk, Clearwater looks up, suddenly alert.
“You’re on the case, get your stuff. We’re going now” He mutters, trying to be discreet about it.
So, I just nod and leave. I pick up a hat, some gloves and a jacket, it gets cold here.
I’d like to think I can be impartial. I didn’t want Nick to die- just to stop.
I think. I hope.
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