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Wily looked down at the movie theater and sighed.
No one ever found his body. As poorly-hidden as his corpse had been, the killer had gotten away with it scot-free.
Sure, the killer was long-gone now, but it still hurt, knowing that his coworkers thought he'd merely been a no-call, no-show.
He looked over at Nick, who floated alongside him, and managed a small smile.
At least I'm not alone up here.
