CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY

MELO

“Fuck!”

The bastard got away again. The house is empty except for a sticky note with a smiley face on it that he put on the back of the door. I crumple the note and throw it as far as I can.

“This is fucked up. Fucked up!”

“Hey, it’s fine. We’ll get him next time.” Sly says behind me.

“I’m...

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