He shoved it in his pocket and ran up the stairs, out the alley, into the cold Brooklyn night. His hands were shaking. His heart was hammering. And somewhere deep in his chest, a small, terrified voice whispered: You’d do it again. You know you would.
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Behind him, the red light on the camera blinked off. And in the backroom, someone started to weep. He shoved it in his pocket and ran
When Leo finally stopped, the room felt different. Lighter. Or maybe that was just the bulb overheating. And somewhere deep in his chest, a small,
A woman in the front row stood. She was wearing a long coat and holding a leather briefcase. She walked toward Leo, pressed a business card into his sweaty palm, and whispered, “We’ll be in touch.”