We've got another victim, Sheriff, or don't you care? Yeah, that's another thing, he said, and he put those hard cop eyes on me. How can I trust you? Maybe you can't, but what choice do you have? I felt his power then, like water filling the room. His voice was close, and when I opened my eyes he was standing in front of me. I wanted something softer to touch, something to scratch and hold on to, but there was nothing but the cool wood of the desk, and that wasn't what I wanted to touch.
I sat up, and he wasn't far enough in for it, so that he slipped back out. You promised to get back in time to see some of my act, he said, smiling. I realized as I hung up, I should have lied about speaking Italian, but hell, as good as I'd gotten at lying, my first reaction was still to tell the truth. Yeah, I said.
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