You just decide we stop questioning a suspect? He didn't do it, Zerbrowski. I raised the freed arm up, and blocked her next attempt to scratch my eyes out. You've- Been a prostitute, he finished for me, and his eyes never flinched. Apparently, Zerbrowski had been planning our strategy while I was trying to fix things with Arnet.
He stood up very straight, very tall, beside her chair and clasped his hands behind his back. He made a sound that was almost a scream and gazed down at me, along the length of his body. He made it look like he was taking liberties when it was the exact opposite. The zombie blinked up at me, drawing its mouth back from my wrist.
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