What was he talking about? Of course, of course he could have more. I'd been afraid before to hit too close to the victim. Raphael would agree with that. Even his shoes were near spotless and gleaming with polish.
I was more cautious, scanning the area as I moved to join them, my gun pointed at the ground, but held two-handed, ready to go back up. No need to get excited, Sheriff. It was the first real sign of jealousy I'd seen. I wanted to deny it, but he could feel what I was feeling.
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