“I am listening, but I’ve already made up my mind… I can’t keep doing this back-and-forth, back-and-forth. Not just with you, but with myself.” “I don’t believe you, especially since it doesn’t sound like you believe yourself.” He leans back against the cushion on the chair and lifts his legs onto the table. “Where’s your place at, then? Which neighborhood in Seattle?” “It’s not in Seattle,” I say curtly. My tongue is suddenly made of lead, and I can’t get a word out. “Oh, where, then? Which suburb?” he asks snidely.
Kill him
