Chapter 20They rose from bed early the next morning with renewed purpose.
“I know you want to go looking for Stuart again,” Maya said. “But I’m hoping I can talk you out of it for a day.”
She stood behind him at the open wardrobe, her arms around his waist, her cheek pressed to his back. Touching him as often as possible suddenly seemed an imperative, as if losing that contact would somehow shatter the reality of the past couple hours. Thankfully, Dec seemed to be of the same mind, and casually stroked the hands that were splayed along his abdomen.
“Why’s that?” he asked.
“I need you to finish writing out what you remember about the drugs Stuart used. And I want to draw blood for tox screens on everybody else in the refuge. Including you and Katie. I need the basis for comparisons.”
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