Afraid in a way that I'd never been afraid of anyone that I loved. He whispered it over and over, softer and softer, until his breath itself whispered, Fuck me. He moved past me, and his chest was so muscle-bound that it looked like there wasn't room for all of us and his upper body to stand on that small landing. I don't know.
He was in the club. I don't usually, but today I do. I had the address. If he's part of the other murders, then I want the names of his friends.
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