Thursday, January 9, 2014

Strange Trouble


“Raze,” she said, and started her car. “Tell me.”
“They picked up the twins,” he said. His voice was careful. “They picked them up and drove half a mile out of town before they spotted me.”
“And?” She didn’t like the way he was speaking, like he was hurting and each word he spoke made it worse.
“I had to let them go. One of them called me from Denim’s cell. He told me to back the fuck off.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose. “What aren’t you telling me?”
She heard a click as he swallowed. “I heard one of the boys screaming,” he whispered. “And I backed the fuck off.”


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