“The delivery driver passed by me, pulling off a pair of black gloves and shoving them in his pizza bag. There was something sticking out of the corner of the bag. I don’t know what it was, maybe the handle of a knife or something? But it wasn’t even that that made me glad I’d stayed hidden. It was the fact that the guy was smiling.” “Smiling?” I ask, my blood running cold. “Yeah, smiling, in a sick, twisted way, like he’d just fucked someone up and was getting a kick out of it.” Zayn looks at me and I nod. “And this guy, describe him to me.” “Maybe mid-twenties? He was wearing a cap, light
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