Chapitre 35: Chapter 35

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"What's that?" I asked when I walked into the kitchen and found Jordan at the table reading a newspaper with a frown on his face, a fork in his hand. He had a plate of food right beside him.

I glanced at the counter beside the stove and smiled at the plate of food. Jordan didn't usually cook, neither did I, but he has proven to be way better at it than I am.

"A story about the shootout. They're labelling it as a robbery, the guy that got shot was just a really 'unlucky passing citizen'. It's complete bullshit, I drove by there on my way home, they were still cleaning up. You don't break into a textile factory and spill flour on your way out. How stupid do they think people are?" He said shoving the paper away from him. "Not to mention that that same factory gets burnt down a few weeks later, I bet the men that were moving – or stealing those drugs decided to take care of the rest of the evidence."

"Huh..." I didn't know that that was the factory that burnt down...