THE PERFECT VICTIM, THE PERFECT MURDERRER

SOMPONG'S POV:

The rain sliced at the windshield wipers, which beat a frenzied, hypnotic rhythm against them, struggling to carve a path through the bleeding neon and strangling gray of the city. The frenzy in the street was an exact mirror of the tempest raging in my stomach.

Yaak's final rem...

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