“What happened to the shop?”
I look to the shuttered storefront. “The owner died last week, Kido.”
The little boy in a man’s coat panicked. “No, I need him! The pills were too strong!”
He ran before I could ask more. Pushing my cart later, I found his coat beneath an overpass. The baby within it was fine.
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