He took him from Alec, the man’s arms now swinging even wilder, his eyes bulging with a new kind of fear. Cronin bowed his head to Alec. “Thank you, my love.” “Any time,” Alec replied. “I happen to like taking you out for dinner.” The man Cronin was holding pissed his pants. Cronin sighed. “I hate when they do that.”
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