"How are we supposed to get in?" Stella kicked the metal shutter. "Fool of a Took!" Jamie hissed through his teeth. "If someones in there, they probably heard that."• • • • • • • • • • I looked up at the video camera and stared. Then raised my hand and gave it the middle finger. "I thought you were going to give it the District Twelve salute," Jamie said.
"I managed to unzip his bag and rummaged through it, but I could barely tell one piece of clothing from another. I bit my lip, clenched my jaw to keep myself from losing it, to keep myself here. As I did, my fingers curled around something in his bag. Not clothes. Metal. I pulled it out. My hand shifted into focus, and so did the thing in it. A straight razor. Noah’s razor. I remembered asking him once why he used it. He’d said it was the sharpest kind."
"I knew what I looked like as I walked calmly back to the truck. Jamie and Stella were already on their way back to find me. "Fuck," Jamie said when he saw me. That about covered it."• • • • • • • • • • "I could lie to them, but I couldn’t lie to myself. It felt like goodbye."
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