“You’re looking for an OTBD?” he asks in a very predatory way, watching me as if he can see inside my soul. Maybe he can; we traded souls not too long ago. “Define OTBD.” “Out The Back Door. Death by suicide.” “That’s about right. I’m not looking to get caught again.” “You’re a survivor, that’s what you do.” Trey’s eyes burrow into mine. “I’m counting on you for that,”
