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I had a hunch Jake Madden, for reasons known only to him, had already written me off his suspect list. I nodded my head back toward the car containing the two bodies. "So, what happens now?" |
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Madden shrugged. "The Mounties take over. I handle little stuff; this is big stuff." He paused, looked out at the troubled water, then back at me again. "I know one thing for certain," he sighed. "This time they won't be writin' off the whole thing as some sort of animal attack. Ain't no damn animal I ever heard of that could take a scalpel and cut out a man's heart." |
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