Twenty-Three Minutes

CECE

An undeniable warmth moves through my chest. I can see how much this is killing him.

"We need him talking,” I say.

His fingers close around mine before I can pull away.

"If anything feels wrong, you leave. I don't care if he's one sentence away from confessing. I don't care if Camilla's murder weapon is sitting on his coffee table with a fucking name tag attached to it. You get out."

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