The hack shoved one of the men forward, and the man stumbled a step, turned and swungheavily, awkwardly at the guard. Or perhaps someone had been trying to get the knife from him. Wouldn't I?He looked worried. What was that? he asked, voice soft, strangled.
I tapped the headstone with the machete. Another detective came striding up. Chess is pleasant, because conversations can be carried on while playing. I don't talk to the chief of police all that often.
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