“No luck?” I locked my tablet and stood. “None, you sadistic prick.” Her mouth had grown steadily worse the longer she stayed with me. It was precious as all hell. I smiled down at her. “I’m beginning to sense a little anger. But only a little.” “What’s in the locked room? Severed head collection?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” I grinned. “That’s where I stack the dead hookers.”
