" Whats that ?" Rupaul questions trying to look over at the pictures. Picking them up I throw them at him , I try to act careless . I just want them out of my face , Rupaul looks through all the pictures his brows creasing . It tells me he didn't orchestrate this , he hold them up to Quinton. " Why are they dead ? I didn't authorise this ". Quinton shrugs like he hadn't got a care in the works reaching for the coffee pot and filling his cup.
" You better start talking Quinton " Rupaul growls, " Why are Peter and his dad dead ?" He snaps . Quinton looks at me for a reaction, but I just lean back crossing my arms over my chest with a bored expression. " The dad was still doing the job , turned up for a routine check the kid was in his room watching TV while dear dad was planning the nex
