97: One of the Guys

                Dmitri sat astride one of three motorcycles parked out front of the guest house with a broad smile. “That took longer than I thought it would. She’s still alive isn’t she?”

                I frowned at him in mock annoyance, “As if Caleb would let me destroy his carefully crafted plan to make her death a public spectacle. I wasn’t even allowed to talk directly to her and tell her what a stupid cunt she was to ruin her last chance to talk to her parents.”

                “They didn’t look very upset when they left just now,” Dmitri cocked his head as if studying me, “What really happened up there?”

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