Chapter 66 Pencil

I didn’t move. I’d like that on the record, because every part of me had an opinion and none of them agreed.

The pigeon left first. It went off the dumpster lid in a clatter of wings, and Aurel didn’t so much as turn his head, which told me more than the index card had.

“Say it again,” I said.

“I’m ...

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