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He promised he was going to hunt me down and collect me like a prize, but here I am, ten years later, still un-hunted and un-collected. Which means he hasn’t been looking. He hasn’t even tried.
Please collect us sir
“—Dr. Adrian Ellis.” I turn around at the same time LuAnne does. My stomach sinks to the floor. And so does the whiskey.
“It’s Mickey Mabel,” I tell her, my smile widening. “I’m sure he’ll be familiar with the case.”
“But a thousand dollars per hour,” I counter, stomach fluttering with nerves. “And I’ll take the risk.”
Lmaooooo
“Because I want to know every single thought that runs through your head, no matter how fleeting.” A pause. “Because…” His jaw tightens, and he glances away, as if he’s irritated by even having to admit it. “It bothers me when I don’t know. The idea that you could be thinking something, even small or significant, and I wouldn’t know…it’s unsettling beyond belief.”
