He hadn't come near the Circus of the Damned since we broke up. It brought out the green in his eyes. Their legs, heads, torsos the same. I no longer had to rely on policemen friends to get me into crime scenes.
My voice came out slow, careful, like my body felt. The two Yale men were drunk out of their skulls. He looked up, and there was surprise underneath the shock. We were his belly slaves.
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