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He could do it right now. Step on Adam’s throat, and be done with it. If he wanted to be less obvious, he could cover his mouth and nose with his hand, although it probably wouldn’t fool law enforcement. Hell, he could probably just roll Adam on his back and wait for him to drown in his own vomit. Pathetic. He didn’t understand the man’s fascination with Adam… Except it was also his.
He reached down and grabbed the front of Adam’s shirt, close enough to smell the odor of sickness. What had the i***t done this time? He pulled, until Adam’s body shifted and his head lolled to the side, then risked a little bit of illumination from the mini-flashlight on his keychain.
Wow. The hollow-cheeked face was almost unrecognizable from the man who’d so recently arrived in Cold Springs, and yet… y
