It was so quiet Bosch could actually hearChandler's pen scratching on the pad as she made a notation. 'Edgar, you up?' ‘What do you have there, Harry?' There was the sound of genuine dread in his voice. I doubt that they ever forgave me for not handling it myself, and I don’t blame them. Chandler's body was riddled with cigarette burns and bite marks.
I'm staying on late tonight. It's always easier to ask them questions. Mostly they were the roommate-wanted type of posting. 'Team One, how's he look? Is he staying out tonight?' 'Looking good.
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