The Golden Suspect
The rain hit the glass. It made a sound like applause. You stared at the window. The wipers moved. Left. Right. Left. Right. They were out of rhythm. You checked your watch. It was 4:15 PM. You had an appointment. You had a reputation. You had a daughter who was sick. Margaret sat across from you. She did not look up. She was typing. Her fingers were pale. The keyboard clacked. It sounded like...
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