“What are you not telling me?” I said, the second Maratse answered my call. “And where are you?”
“I’m in Ittoqqortoormiit,” Maratse said.
“I can’t even say that,” I said. “I’ve no idea where that is.”
“On the east coast. Far from Qaanaaq.” Maratse paused, and then said, “I did not shoot Sipo.”
“I didn’t…”
“You were going to ask,” he said. “Now ask me the oth…
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