A Tense Confrontation
“I had to know,” I told him. “I had to hear you say it.” Tony didn’t respond. His silence said more than words ever could. “You’re just as capable,” I continued. “You’ve walked that edge. You’ve pushed past it.” “You bastard, Mitchell,” he whispered, trembling. “That doesn’t make me like you. I’m still innocent.” I
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