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“Friday,” I said. “What was the deal?”

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“So who told you what to do?” I said.

“Morrison,” he said. “Morrison told me what to do.”

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I stared at him for a long moment. Shook my head.

“Wrong, Spivey,” I said. “You do know. You’re going to tell me.”

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I flicked the knife at his belly. Slit his greasy shirt.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t,” I said.

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I nodded. It had been.

“Upset?” I asked her.

She was moving around switching lamps on. Pulling drapes.

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“Sure,” I said. “But not here. In Alabama.”

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