That was it, no more nice. I didn't argue. If you didn't know what awaited you down below, you might start wondering what used these stairs. We huddled, and I yelled, Bathroom.
He blinked solid brown eyes at me that matched the mustache and close-cropped hair. He turned back just short of the kitchen doorway. Who will be next? And it was as if he whispered along my skin, as if he were standing just behind me. Had I been so worried about the fist that I'd let Primo choke the man to death?Jean-Claude's voice breathed through my head.
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