Chapter 6
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On our way to the interrogation room, Duffy suddenly swung around and grabbed me by the arm like he had done in the motel room. “Hold on a second,” he said. “There's something I need to ask you about.”
“What is it?” I asked him. But I already knew.
“When I came into the room... I don't really know how to say this Holder, but I thought for a second that I saw you pocket something. If there's going to be an inquiry, every single little detail is going to come out by the end of it. I need to be sure that we're clear on everything. I don't want my life to get f****d up because you didn't tell me everything.”
“What are you suggesting?” I said. “That I took drugs or cash or something from a dead man's pocket? I wouldn't do anything like that. Do you even know me?”
“You t
