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He opened the door and walked out, then stomped abruptly on the other side of the threshold.

He opened the door and walked out, then stomped abruptly on the other side of the threshold.

He opened the door and walked out, then stomped abruptly on the other side of the threshold.

He laughed at his own joke and then shut the door behind him. So soon as it clicked, I stumbled over to the door and locked it with both deadbolts. Then I collapsed against it and crawled over to Kimber. I was worried he'd had it on too high of a setting for a small frame. Oh mein Gott. Oh mein Gott. Ich hätte meinen Monstern getötet. Ich hätte ihn auch getötet. Vielleicht am schlimmsten.

He laughed at his own joke and then shut the door behind him. So soon as it clicked, I stumbled over to the door and locked it with both deadbolts. Then I collapsed against it and crawled over to Kimber. I was worried he'd had it on too high of a setting for a small frame. Oh mein Gott. Oh mein Gott. Ich hätte meinen Monstern getötet. Ich hätte ihn auch getötet. Vielleicht am schlimmsten.

He laughed at his own joke and then shut the door behind him. So soon as it clicked, I stumbled over to the door and locked it with both deadbolts. Then I collapsed against it and crawled over to Kimber. I was worried he'd had it on too high of a setting for a small frame. Oh mein Gott. Oh mein Gott. Ich hätte meinen Monstern getötet. Ich hätte ihn auch getötet. Vielleicht am schlimmsten.

Kimber hadn't told me. She kept it all to herself to protect me from the pain. I was a spitting image of my father. I had known it and Prescott had confirmed it. But she never recalled for me in disgust or looked at me with fear. I knew the sheriff had to die. Jimmy Prescott, sick and twisted as he was, was about to get exactly what he wanted. But I knew I couldn't let him live either.

Kimber hadn't told me. She kept it all to herself to protect me from the pain. I was a spitting image of my father. I had known it and Prescott had confirmed it. But she never recalled for me in disgust or looked at me with fear. I knew the sheriff had to die. Jimmy Prescott, sick and twisted as he was, was about to get exactly what he wanted. But I knew I couldn't let him live either.

Kimber hadn't told me. She kept it all to herself to protect me from the pain. I was a spitting image of my father. I had known it and Prescott had confirmed it. But she never recalled for me in disgust or looked at me with fear. I knew the sheriff had to die. Jimmy Prescott, sick and twisted as he was, was about to get exactly what he wanted. But I knew I couldn't let him live either.

Prescott couldn't keep me alive. I was a liability. He knew that. He knew that I knew that. He was simply gifting me a lie that I could use to comfort myself while I prepared to go through with it all. Because I knew, if Jimmy Prescott was coming to me for help, that meant that he had completely lost control of the situation.

Prescott couldn't keep me alive. I was a liability. He knew that. He knew that I knew that. He was simply gifting me a lie that I could use to comfort myself while I prepared to go through with it all. Because I knew, if Jimmy Prescott was coming to me for help, that meant that he had completely lost control of the situation.

Prescott couldn't keep me alive. I was a liability. He knew that. He knew that I knew that. He was simply gifting me a lie that I could use to comfort myself while I prepared to go through with it all. Because I knew, if Jimmy Prescott was coming to me for help, that meant that he had completely lost control of the situation.

And if Jimmy, with all of his money and influence, couldn't have the sheriff killed, no one could. Except maybe me. On the logshot bet that my father harbored any remaining paternal feelings for me. I only had the beginning tethers of a strategy, but soon I would have a full plan. And I knew for damn sure that it couldn't involve Kimber. I wasn't going to bring her to the mine with me.

And if Jimmy, with all of his money and influence, couldn't have the sheriff killed, no one could. Except maybe me. On the logshot bet that my father harbored any remaining paternal feelings for me. I only had the beginning tethers of a strategy, but soon I would have a full plan. And I knew for damn sure that it couldn't involve Kimber. I wasn't going to bring her to the mine with me.

And if Jimmy, with all of his money and influence, couldn't have the sheriff killed, no one could. Except maybe me. On the logshot bet that my father harbored any remaining paternal feelings for me. I only had the beginning tethers of a strategy, but soon I would have a full plan. And I knew for damn sure that it couldn't involve Kimber. I wasn't going to bring her to the mine with me.

I put her in too much danger already. I had to figure out how to execute this perfectly, because perfectly was the only way it was going to work. For now I would just lie on the floor as the throbbing body ache aided my coherence. A sharp pain began to push into my back between my shoulder blades. I only had days left to live and I didn't want to die sober.

I put her in too much danger already. I had to figure out how to execute this perfectly, because perfectly was the only way it was going to work. For now I would just lie on the floor as the throbbing body ache aided my coherence. A sharp pain began to push into my back between my shoulder blades. I only had days left to live and I didn't want to die sober.

I put her in too much danger already. I had to figure out how to execute this perfectly, because perfectly was the only way it was going to work. For now I would just lie on the floor as the throbbing body ache aided my coherence. A sharp pain began to push into my back between my shoulder blades. I only had days left to live and I didn't want to die sober.

I didn't want to feel everything that you feel when you die. I wanted to be high as the stars when my time came. I'd earned that at least, hadn't I? The sheriff knew I was here. Prescott was getting impatient. Time was running out. I pulled my phone out of my vomit-soaked jeans and dialed a familiar number. Yo man, I need a favor.

I didn't want to feel everything that you feel when you die. I wanted to be high as the stars when my time came. I'd earned that at least, hadn't I? The sheriff knew I was here. Prescott was getting impatient. Time was running out. I pulled my phone out of my vomit-soaked jeans and dialed a familiar number. Yo man, I need a favor.