My brain was too slow to process the information. “Murdered? What do you mean, murdered?"

     “Fuck you man". Kareem ended the call. My hands fell to my sides. What was going on? My phone rang again and I picked the call automatically, raising it to my ear.

     “Is your brain set on straight now?" Kareem asked.

     “Nat's dead?" I asked.

     “Yeah man. Murdered. The press is all over everything already. There's no covering it up. It looks fucking staged".

     “Staged?" I repeated, my brain slowly catching up.

     “Whoever did this wanted the whole world to know. Press got an anonymous tip". He cursed.

     I dropped heavily into my chair. “Fuck". 

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