The pen flew in a perfect arch. When it hit the pool of blood, drops sprayed up and hit Marnie's cheek. She straightened from where she had been investigating the body and glared at Roger. She reached for the gun in the holster on her hip, but Roger held out his hands and said, “Sorry! It slipped.”
Marnie glowered as she looked back down at the mess on the floor. She absently wiped the blood from her face and said, “Well, this looked pretty clean until you tossed your pen in there. I assume you have your fingerprints on the pen?”
“What, do you think I’m stupid?” Roger said, holding up his hands to show surgical gloves. “Don’t answer that.”
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| It could happen to anyone |
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