My hands slid past his belt, to touch the top of his jeans. The thought made me wonder what else besides sweat he hadn't washed away. Blood was seeping out of the two deepest fang marks, seeping in a nice steady line. Yeah, maybe I had to feed it, but it could be on my own terms.
Is he that expensive? He risks his sanity and his life every time he touches another clue. They're too scared, they won't believe it. Something beyond just grief and embarrassment, and fear of the cops. Tammy was three inches taller than Larry, in heels, she was more.
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