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Suspect
"Julian," Raedrick said, his tone concerned but also stern in that way that he got when he was talking with a subordinate who had done something stupid. He should know better than that. He was not Julian's superior officer, not any more. They were friends, partners. Equals.
"I've had about enough of this," Julian growled, not slowing his pace. In fact, he sped up. He glanced up at the sun and did a quick computation in his head. About an hour after noon. Holb ought to be getting ready to open up.
"So have I," Raedrick said. "But what do you think you're going to accomplish running off in a fury like this?"
"Watch me."
Raedrick tried several times to speak with him over the intervening minutes that it took to reach Holb's Tavern, but he would have none of it. Their killer h
