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Raymond went to the desk. He placed the opener next to the Walther, picked up the phone and dialed a number he had known for fifteen years. As he waited he reholstered the Colt. When a voice came on Raymond identified himself, gave the address and hung up.
Clement was staring at him, eyes glazed, clouding over. “You call EMS?”
“I called the Wayne County Morgue.”
Clement continued to stare, dazed, eyes unblinking.
Raymond could hear street sounds very faintly, far away.
Clement said, “I don’t believe it… what did you kill me for?”
Raymond didn’t answer. Maybe tomorrow he’d think of something he might have said. After a little while Raymond picked up the opener from the desk and began paring the nail of his right index finger with the sharply pointed hooked edge.