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“Come on, baby. You can be as rough as you want.”
    Charlie felt himself start to stir. This was more like it. He put his hands on her waist, felt the muscles underneath. She pressed back against him. She had to go on her tippytoes to kiss his neck. Charlie realized his stomach was in the way. She practically had to do a backbend over his gut.
    “Charlie?”
    He pulled away from her. He felt weird, like he wasn’t himself anymore. “This is over.”
    “What?” She said it quietly at first, but then screamed, “What?”
    “You heard me. It’s over.”
    “The fuck it is.” Her fingernails dug into his arm. “You’re not leaving me.”
    Charlie couldn’t figure out what was wrong at first. He was aware of several things at once: that his heart was jackhammering against his ribs, that he couldn’t make himself move, that her fingernails really hurt.
    And then he realized that he was scared.
    Which was ridiculous, because he could break her over his knee without even thinking about it.
    He grabbed his suit jacket off the floor. The knife fell out of the pocket. The overhead light caught the metal blade as it spun through the air and landed flat on the carpet.
    “Shit.” She took three steps back.
    Charlie remembered the knife sinking into the homeless man’s gut. The popping sound when the skin broke. The way the blood dripped onto the sidewalk.
    This is how you end it
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    They both jumped when there was a knock at the door.
    A muffled woman’s voice said, “Open up. Police.”

Chapter Three
    There were two female cops. They stood with their feet planted wide, shoulders straight, taking up all the air in the apartment. The first was the same ballbreaker he’d had a run-in with at Salmeri’s this afternoon. She looked tired. Her collar was unbuttoned. Her hair was coming down. She was pretty. Charlie could see that now. She just needed to make more of an effort.
    The second cop was harder, more seasoned. She was blonde, but her hair was in a ponytail that pulled back her face so tight she could’ve passed for Hanoi Hannah.
    She told Charlie, “My partner here says you were at Salmeri’s today. Is that right?”
    “Yes.” Charlie shook his head. He hoped to hell they couldn’t hear his heart pounding. “I was there maybe two minutes. I picked up a suit.”
    She walked over and took the chair beside Charlie. “That’s all that happened? You picked up a suit?”
    “Yeah.” He loosened his collar. The apartment was stuffy. They were crowding his space.
    “And you didn’t see anything else?”
    “No. I told you already.” He put his hand in his jacket pocket. Instead of finding his handkerchief, he found the knife. How the hell did that get there? Charlie couldn’t even remember picking it up off the floor.
    “Mr. Lam?”
    He looked up. “Can you tell me what this is about?”
    “Sure I could.” The first cop nodded toward the closed bedroom door, where his girlfriend probably had her ear pressed to the wood. “That your daughter?”
    Charlie took his hand out of his pocket. “What do you want, honey? I’m a busy man.”
    The other cop cackled. “Wish I was gettin’ busy like that.”
    Charlie ignored her. “How’d you know I was here anyway?”
    The first cop shrugged, offering, “I was on my way home and saw your car. The back window’s still cracked. It’s very distinctive.”
    Charlie said nothing, though he knew there was more to it than that. He could buy that the cop was on her way home. The apartment complex was in a shitty area of town, exactly thekind of neighborhood a lady cop could afford. It was the other cop’s presence that put a hole in the story. Unless they were a couple of dykes going home together.
    That was an interesting thought. Charlie couldn’t help himself. His cock twigged like a dog’s ear.
    The second cop asked, “You sure you didn’t see anything unusual at the dry cleaner’s? Maybe there was someone in the parking lot as you were