Sonny MacGregor:
I couldn't. But, someone else - might.
Porter:
Who?
Sonny MacGregor:
Anyone. Anyone of a thousand characters that I can create and then destroy - just like that.
Porter:
What are you going on about, Mr. M?
Sonny MacGregor:
Murder, Porter. Murder. Murder by a person or persons unknown. By someone who doesn't even exist. A will o' the wisp. Murder by a figment of my imagination.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:08