Chapter 71
It was past three a.m. by the time the cops had cleared Nicky’s corpse from the alley and taken pictures of the blown door and windows and an inexplicably melted dumpster. It looked as if the explosion had actually been outside the shop in the alley, exactly as an intruder’s explosive gone bad might have done.
Kate, Harold, and Paul had waited in the car, not wanting to be recognized. The two FBI agents took turns sitting with them and overseeing the alley clean up. They were being very polite about keeping an eye on her, but it was getting really old.
Sam, as the owner, had stood with arms crossed, unmoving, at the head of the alley with his back to the car through the entire thing. Rikka had stood silent and immobile at his side, a whole new aspect to her personality.
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