Last Winter We Parted

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1 “IT’ S S A FE T O say you killed them . . . Isn’t that right?”

The man’s expression does not change when I say this to him. He is wearing a black sweat suit, his body leaning lazily in his chair. If the transparent acrylic glass weren’t between us, would I be afraid? His cheeks are hollow, his eyes slightly sunken. “I’ve had my doubts all along but . . . why did you . . . after the murder, Akiko’s . . .” —Don’t jump to conclusions, he says.


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