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I could have simply rung Bill, said,
“I found her. She’s at this address.”
Did I? Did I f**k?
If I had, perhaps the whole show would have been wrapped there and then.
Or…unravelled.
But I had a burn for Bill. It was a long time since any emotion had fuelled me. I fed the hatred with playback of the gun barrel against my forehead. My hands would clench till the nails gouged into the palms. My teeth hurt from clenching them.
Man, it felt good.
Love or hate, go the distance with either, and whatever else, you are f*****g electric. Crank it up a notch and sparks light your brain. Course I know, the brighter the glow, the more spectacular the crash. Nothing lights the sky like those shooting stars. Sat in my room, polished the Heckler & Koch. It is true: a weapon is the great equalis
