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“You told the doctor that Marcus committed suicide, and I got hit trying to stop him,” I said as the guard who witnessed the exchange stepped into the room.

“Yes. I wanted you to be the one who decides if the true story gets out to the press or not,” he replied, and I nodded.

“Smart move,” I said and slowly sat up. “What did you do with the bullet and his gun?”

“I swapped the guns, took his, so the bullet found in him would match mine if the police decided to do an in-depth investigation, and switched the bullet in your arm just in time for the...