He's a very good politician, and when he's not on his right-wing high horse, he's a good detective. Good, he said. It wasn't what she'd said. A genuine Aztec didn't recognize the murders as the work of any god or cult associated with the Aztec pantheon.
They fucking cheered. He pulled into a parking spot, and shut the engine off. Something must have shone on my face because he placed the pictures face down on his chest. Or maybe all that negativity was finally coming home to roost.
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