All Cynthia could hear from inside Ben’s apartment was, “What the fff . . . ?” Cynthia started to call out to Ben as she jumped up from the couch, but he was already on his way back inside.
“Don’t go out there.”
“Why not? What’s going on? Did something hit the balcony?” All the colour had drained out of Ben’s face, and Cynthia could tell he was processing what he had seen below. Slowly Ben started to speak.
“I think . . . it’s . . . a body.”
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