He spread my legs, using his hands on my ankles. You spilled it into him, then watched him writhe. Micah informed us that he'd shut the drapes in the kitchen, so it was as dim as he could make it. I realized it was her eyes' version of going black with rage.
You asked the question, Sergeant. But I didn't have to find Ronnie, I damn near tripped over her leg when it shot out from underneath a drape. I didn't plan on climbing into holes and looking at bodies tonight. Micah laid a hand across my shoulders, but managed to put his hand on Nathaniel's shoulder, too.
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