“I’m going to figure out who you are under there.” I tap his mask. “I don’t just mean your name.” “What will you do once you know who I am?” “Easy. I’m going to collect that one-million-dollar reward for turning you in to the police.” I can tell that he’s got a smirk painting his lips from the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Before he steps onto the fire escape outside my window, he blows me a kiss from behind his mask. “Until next time, angel.”
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