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"I might have a confession to make."
Walter scratches his arm and looks at me with anxious eyes.
"What?"
"I was the one who manipulated that woman's phone. To send a false alarm. And I also made sure that the receptionist let Jasper through."
He waits for my reaction, probably expecting me to get mad. But I just roll my eyes.
"It's a concierge. Not a receptionist."
Walter blinks confused.
"Okay? That's it?"
All I can do is shrug. "I already knew that you were involved. What do you expect me to say?"
And let's be honest here, if Satan and Walter hadn't hired Jasper to kill me, maybe he would have done it anyway. Afterall, he is a sick stalker.
Clemens raises his glass. "Well, I think that was a nice story to close the evening."
I snort. "Define 'nice'."
He blinks. "Well-structured, right amount of details, good-"
"That was a joke."
