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He had the dangerous combination of being a heavyset man with a light tread.
“Who did this to you?” she whispers.
“Do you stop and chat to every strange man you meet on a dark road?” “When they’re bleeding like a waterfall, sure.” “Well, you shouldn’t.” Her gaze falls to mine, sparkling with amusement. “But aren’t you glad I did?”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“You’re actually going to die, aren’t you?” “I will with that attitude.”
“You’ve pissed me off. You know that?”
“You always leave your front door unlocked for anyone to walk in?”
“You know, I try to see the best in people, but with you, I really have to squint.” “Don’t squint too hard. I’ll take your eyeballs too.”
“I’ll scream.” His eyes flash black. “Good.”
“Are you going to kill me?” “Don’t have the time,”
I take a final drag on the cigarette, then stub it out on the armrest. “It sure takes you a long time to shave your pussy.”
He looks down at me with a steady gaze. “You ever heard the expression, ‘Snitches get stitches’?”
Those five words, twenty-nine characters including spaces, are stitched together with an iron thread, forming a sentence as long as hers. The full stop at the end of it is etched into my DNA, and each midnight email only deepens the scar.
“Did you kill him?” “Would you snitch if I did?”
I’d fired the first shot because the thought of another man seeing what I was seeing made me feel violent. The second shot was at the light because I wasn’t worthy of seeing it myself.
Skirt shorter than my patience
“Don’t come any closer,” I croak, holding up a feeble hand. “I’m contagious.” “If bullshit were contagious, you’d wipe out the entire Coast.” “Honestly, I’m sick.” “And I’m sick of you.”
Penelope Price has got him fucked up.
Visconti men don’t need to love something to hate seeing it in someone else’s hands.
Here I am, again. Alone in the dark, with the Boogeyman.
“Gabriel Visconti,” I announce, loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. “You have a crush on me.”
Gabriel Visconti has just poisoned a man for me. Me.
Mildred Black has a daughter. And she is exactly like her.
