Chapter 17: Passion
“It’s a condom with semen inside,” Damian said, placing the sticky latex inside an evidence bag. “I’m sure it’s the Highwayman’s and he wanted us to find it.” He looked up and to the east for no apparent reason. In the distance was Andrew again who simply stared in his direction. His brother was wearing a snug pair of jeans and a T-shirt and his feet were covered in a pair of work boots. His face was emotionless, somewhat sullen. He looked as if he were daydreaming, lost, or confused.
Damian blinked a few times and Andrew was gone. Lately, this was how he erased his brother from his vision. Although Dr. Chen should have taught him such a method of survival, the shrink didn’t. Damian had devised his own little gig of therapy, and seemed pleased with its results.
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