She saw that last night when I'd taken the second and third mark to save our lives, all our lives. A few neighborhood squabbles over kids destroying the flowers, one affair where the husband that turned up dead was banging the next door neighbor's wife. I took the Firestar out of his hands, and he let me. My first name was printed in block letters on the front of the envelope.
She looked at me then, and the hatred in those eyes burned along my skin. Tell me where they are and I'll give you a prize. Because it was a wound. My heart was back to beating faster than it should have.
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