“You have f*****g what?” Gunther asked.
“A head,” I squeaked, glancing around to make sure nobody else was lurking near the Overlook and watching us. After Vaughn had made his appearance, I didn’t quite trust him or anyone else to not watch us. “Please, don’t tell anyone.”
not Gunther lowered his voice. “What do you mean, you have a head?”
I popped my trunk, retrieved the black duffel bag that now leaked blood, and set it on his lap. Gunther unzipped it and glanced inside the bag, eyes widening.
I paced in front of the car, running a hand through my hair. “What am I going to do?”
“Sakura,” Gunther said, “this is Jett Harleen’s head!”
“I know!” I whisper-yelled. “Help me get rid of it!”
“Did you do this?”
I threw my hands into the air. “Do you think I did this?”
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