A nice reversal. I'd gotten better over the years at turning off my memories. His long hair was done in a vaguely oriental style, with one large, deceptively loose knot held back with what looked like two long gold chopsticks. The police had his roommate moved to a different room.
I didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad one. By the time the waitress had come back with a basket of bread, I'd actually seen him smile twice. Half the plate was barely cooked, the other half done to a crisp. No, she never lied.
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