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           Thiswillfeeljustlikeabeesting. 

           Anoverdoseshotofsodiumphenobarbital,andthenthebigsleep.ValleyoftheDogsstyle. 

           Marlasaysshesawmekillsomebodytoday. 

           Ifshemeansmyboss,Isay,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,Iknow,thepoliceknow, everyone’slookingformetolethallyinjectme,already,butitwasTylerwhokilledmyboss. 

           TylerandIjusthappentohavethesamefingerprints,butnooneunderstands. 

           "Youcansuckshit,"Marlasaysandpushesherpunched-outblackeyeatme. "Justbecauseyouandyourlittlediscipleslikegettingbeatup,youtouchmeeveragain,andyou’redead." 

           "Isawyoushootamantonight,"Marlasays. 

           No,itwasabomb,Isay,andithappenedthismorning. Tylerdrilledacomputermonitorandfilleditwithgasolineorblackpowder. 

           Allthepeoplewithrealbowelcancersarestandingaroundwatchingthis. 

           "No,"Marlasays."IfollowedyoutothePressmanHotel, andyouwereawaiteratoneofthosemurdermysteryparties." 

           Themurdermysteryparties,richpeoplewouldcometothehotelforabigdinnerparty, andactoutasortofAgathaChristiestory. SometimebetweentheBoudinofGravlaxaridtheSaddleofVenison,thelightswouldgooutforaminuteandsomeonewouldfakegettingkilled. It’ssupposedtobeafunlet’s-pretendsortofdeath.