At least for me. I glanced back at Arnet. Derry was heading for the door as I was coming in. Graham reacted to it like he'd been struck.
Richard and I aren't back to the flower-giving stage yet. It was almost an anticipatory look, as if he were already thinking about next time. The mind tries to make mundane sense of what's happened. If any woman could go out to a strip club trolling for guys and accidentally find a murder victim, it's you.
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