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But I somehow sympathized with her for having to put up with such an asshole.

“Says the man whose entire apartment is covered in old food and shower is so moldy, there’s no way to get clean inside of it,” she shot back.

Despite myself, I felt myself nodding.

Good for you.

“Being a bitch isn’t helping right now. I’m trying to think.”

“Must be hard for you. Try not to overheat.”

A snort escaped me at that before I snapped myself out of it, and forced myself to stand. I felt wobbly for a second before my legs seemed capable of leading me over toward the window.

Peering out, my stomach dropped.

We seemed high.

Or maybe I was just being a chicken.

It was definitely the first floor of a house.

The fall just looked like it could easily break a bone or five if I landed wrong.

But it was likely better than whatever Gray had in mind for me.

The voices on the other side of the door were rising, an argument that sounded less like two coworkers and a lot more like an unhappy couple.

I hoped their fighting would drown out the sound of the window as I grabbed it with the tips of my fingers, the position unnatural and difficult.

“You can’t kill her!” the woman snapped, making my head swivel to stare at the wall they were on the other side of. “That’s just going to show the police that other people are involved.”

“She’s gotta die,” Gray said, making my stomach turn over and twist.

“Well,” the woman said, and any solidarity I felt toward her as a woman dissipated as the next words left her mouth. “Yeah. But… but what if it looked like a suicide. Or an… accident. She’s dealing drugs, right? Who’s to say she isn’t using them?” she asked.

That was what they were going to do to me.

Inject me with heroin, so it looked like I was overwhelmed by the stress of going to trial and being convicted on drug charges, and I accidentally took too much, and overdosed.

Ridiculous, useless tears flooded my eyes.

Would that be a painful way to go?

Slow?

Terrifying?

Or would it be fast?

Easy?

I had tostopit.

It wasn’t going to happen, so I didn’t need to worry about it.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the window again, but this time put my whole weight into it.

The window moved upward.

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