“You want me to help you?” Peabody started to reach her hands toward his. Then she slammed her palms on the table as she lurched up. “You want me to help you? You spineless prick of a slug stain. You greedy, brainless ball of pus. You smashed a harmless, helpless woman’s skull in, exploited a desperate addict, then pumped a drug into him so you could string him up without getting your pampered hands dirty.” While Eve watched with pride swelling in her heart, Peabody rounded the table to push her face in his. “How many others have you killed so you could buy your fancy suits and screw around on
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