The body lay so close to the door that they'd had to move her arm just to open the door enough to let Arnet and Abrahams inside. He'd raped Richard's mother, if I could have I'd have killed him slower, but that wasn't in me, not even for what he'd done. No, Micah said. That was half true, but I let it go.
I touched his face, cupped the edge of his cheek against my hand. Is she wet? Jean-Claude asked. I wanted to argue, but Nathaniel's hand had already appeared with another twenty in it. His legs locked behind my back, pressing him up against me, about as close as he could get.
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