The Next Morning
Greg made it a habit of reading the police blotter every "morning" with his coffee and cigarettes.
A body found drained of blood.
A twinge of guilt washed over him for a brief moment. Then he read it was a woman. It wasn't the man they killed, but he still felt guilty for what they did to the man.
Greg tossed the paper on the table and drank the last of his coffee.
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