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He looked at me across the table. His eyes were wet. “I was going to tell you. I kept thinking—”
“Don’t,” I said quietly.
I stood up.
“I already sent the recording to Internal Affairs,” I said. “Last night. They have the original note as well. I imagine you’ll want to call someone.”
He stared at me. For a long moment, he didn’t move. Then, slowly, he continue reading …