Desmond slipped the electronic surveillance device under the dashboard while the perp run into the convenience store. As soon as the guy hopped in the driver’s seat, Desmond took up the conversation where they’d left off.
“So, did you kill this one too?”
“What? The clerk? Nah. Didn’t have to. Walked right past him with the goods in hand. It’s cause I’ve got the devil’s own luck.”
“But that other guy?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I killed him.”
He had him! A couple of hours later Desmond collected the bug. Nothing but static and the rumble of the engine.
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