Looks like Louis is right. They died and went to hell. At the whim of the maniac, Tom is the next to answer his ugly questions. And not in correspondence by mail, but in some kind of public chat, in which there are still a lot of strangers.Tom blushes painfully, because quite innocent questions are interspersed with the most intimate ones, for which even the closest friends are sent to hell. And to answer this when an inspector looms over his shoulder, staring at the screen, and a proger with eyes red from lack of sleep asks for more time so that he can figure out the bastard ... This is something with something.Only Louis understands his condition and whispers, squeezing his shoulder:- Don't give a damn about everything ... Think and write honestly. The fate of Kitty depends on this.It seems to him that he is participating in some kind of perverted show for couples in love, where, as punishment for an incorrect answer, they do not remove glasses, but cut off the fingers of your b

Inspector Donovan was an intelligent man and never belonged to the Brown Nosed clan. He got his position on merit, and not for the ability to deftly lick the ass of the authorities, like some. When the crowd in London was just starting to gather for the RUMG concert, the inspector was already in Manchester. Donovan was sure that a maniac would appear in the club... and if Thomas recognized this man, perhaps he would be detained. His colleagues can deal with this on their own. Just as firmly, the inspector was sure that the kidnapper was Louis' neighbor. And he will not succeed in bifurcating in order to be present in two places at the same time. Go, not Saint Isidore**...“So let's see which of the neighbors will not be at home now,” the inspector thought, parking his car near an old beautiful three-story building. The task is not difficult, there are only nine apartments in the house. The one Luis is filming is on the second floor... I wonder how loud these houses are? An old-style v

Not! Just not now! Please! Kit exclaimed as the engine suddenly sneezed, snorted, and the SUV came to a stop in the middle of the road. She hadn't driven too far from the lighthouse, and there weren't any buildings on the horizon yet. No fucking villages!Turning the key, listening to the intermittent sneezing of the engine as it struggled to start over and over again, she decided that she had indeed run out of luck for the day. However, there was no time to be sad about this. She grabbed the cleaver from the seat, pulled the keys out of the lock, threw them away from the road and ran forward, occasionally looking back. It seemed to her that Harry had managed to break the second door too, and now he was chasing her to kill her. A body twisted in the refrigerator stood in front of his eyes, urging him to run as quickly as possible. She could have sworn she could feel the psychopath's hot breath on the back of her neck.Nasty bitch with snake eyes outplayed HIM! Took HIS car and the key

Tommy wakes up from the first rays of the sun falling into the bedroom through a large, wall-to-wall window. The feeling of absolute happiness, returning with consciousness, is replaced by quiet horror when the palm does not grope next to Keith. Cool sheets, then my brother's skinny side. One rib. Louis is fast asleep. Unruly hair twisted into curls overnight. Plump lips parted. If it weren’t for the stubble, I would easily have passed for a girl ...Boo-boo-boom - the heart breaks in a panic.Tom jumps out of bed, pulls on his jeans. He doesn't have a hoodie. So she did. This thought makes me feel warmer. She's in the house... where should she be? In the kitchen. Drinking tea. Maybe talking to mom. She is all right. But torn nerves demand to immediately find it and verify this visually. Better yet, feel it.On the way, Tom looks into the bathroom - empty. She is not in the living room, and in the kitchen too. The parents seem to be still asleep. Starting to freak out again, he goes o

- You're not going anywhere! Lou's voice rose almost to a scream.- Don't yell at her! Tom snapped back.- Yes, uh-huh? Kitsune raised an eyebrow in surprise. “And how are you, I wonder, bothering me?” Are you chained to the bed?Dangerous metal rang in the girl's voice. Louis knew that he could either harden (and then he would definitely not be healthy), or crumble into mercury balls of tears. Now the second happens to her much more often ... Of course, he will not shackle her ... but the idea to ask Inspector Donovan to ban her from leaving the country for the entire duration of the investigation, I confess, came to mind ...“I’m sorry… Just don’t cry, please… Kitty, I just want to be with you.” As always. Nothing has changed. I can't let you go, don't you understand?! And Tom can't." Louis glared at his brother, demanding immediate support. "It's not right to live like this... especially after everything that's happened." I'll just die, because I'll worry every second if you leave