St James, Piccadilly
Part Four.
Soon afterwards, the air was filled with helicopters and searchlights and barking dogs and paramedics. Someone offered Stuart an oxygen mask. He refused it. He kept saying, I killed him, I murdered him. If I hadn't separated from him this would never have happened.
At some point, his phone rang. It was Rod's sister, calling…
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