“A.P.?” I blurted out, gesturing to his grandfather. William Aaron Paine Grayson, Sr. The corner of Will’s lips turned up. “Well, you’ll never be bored with me, at least, right?” I gaped at him, but then . . . a laugh escaped, not sure how to react to anything anymore, especially after the events of tonight. Jesus Christ. After helping Damon bury a body, getting kidnapped, making the great train escape, and everything that went down tonight, I supposed a sixty-year-old murder mystery could sit for another evening or two more. Bored, he’d said. No, Will Grayson. That was one problem you and I
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