Moaning, Barletta backed himself to the wall again. “Fuck! Fuck!” “Tell me how you got those cuts on your skin.” “Are you crazy?” A cross between a sob and laughter reverberated off the walls. “You put them there! You crazy son of a bitch!” He dug his fingers into his forearm, scratching and scraping, until the first red drops appeared. “Just like you put the worms in me. It was you!”
His brother is still alive! Can't wait to find out why he's sneaking around.
