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Who Said Criminal Minds Was a Waste of Time?
Michael’s metabolism was terrifying.
By the time our first appointment was closing in, he was completely sober.
His short-lived drinking spree seemed to have had its desired effect. He’d soaked up the booze, mourned the unexpected and deeply troubling turn of events, and was now ready to catch him some bad cupid.
It seemed a particularly unhealthy way to deal with emotional distress, but then, I wasn’t a cupid, so I probably shouldn’t judge.
Star had long since departed, leaving the three of us to our nefarious nighttime activities. It was one thing to give us information on the sly, quite another to accompany us on our forbidden outing.
Michael had scoffed at the very idea he might stay home. He was all in. This was his case, and it se
