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Fallout
Eleni I gape at Dante. Christos asked him not to tell us? Why wouldn’t he want us to know he was dead? “Why should I believe you?” I say, clinging to the last vestiges of the shell I’ve built up. He drops back into his seat. “That’s your question to answer. I’ve told you everything I know. I was just keeping a promise.” My anger burns away my grief. “Keeping a promise? You lied to me, Dante. You let me—sleep with you, and you hid this from me.” “I took his body out with the rest of our men,” he says like I didn’t speak. “Tony and I buried him upstate. I buried him, my friend, with my own f*****g hands. I can show you, if you want.” I slam my hands down on his desk. “Are you listening to me? What the hell made you think that would help? I’m leaving in the f*****g morning.” “That’s yo
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