CHAPTER EIGHT
Curly CommitmentJerry returned without the new scissors, bringing Kit’s handbag instead. “I can’t find them.” He whispered the words, as though needing to diminish his presence in the room.
Kit set her old scissors on the counter and dug through her bag. “But they must be here,” she mused. “Maybe they fell out and went under the shelves or my bed. Did you look there?” She frowned at Jerry’s nod of confirmation.
“Just do it!” Hysteria laced Langdon’s tone and Kit’s shoulders slumped. The thrum of defeat beat alongside her pulse as she fought the urge to grab her old scissors and administer a skinhead akin to the abomination on Raki’s scalp just to get it over with. Bare skin reflected the light on Raki’s bald patches as he stood underneath the lampshade. He ran a hand over
