Behind him, a man said, “Can’t believe Halse lets those faggots come around here.” Andrew bunched his shirt up and held it to his nose. Red spread across the fabric and behind his eyes. Another man said, “I hear the last one he got all buddied up with cut his wrists. Guess that one’s boyfriend is hanging around too, now. Can’t get fucking rid of them.” “Well, one of them’s his cousin—”
