Chapter 23 The Doctor

“Excuse me, doctor?”

“Yes, can I help you?”

Thump.

The butt of the gun left an imprint on the top of the shorter man’s head. I flexed my fingers over its black finish as I watched him for a moment; he was lying there as if he was dead, so small, fat, and fragile…yet I knew he was alive. He was...

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