There were too many kills, too many unsolved files in too many cabinets. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife. “Is Coke okay?” He asked as he pulled into the gas station. That was odd: when young people were joyous, they had to express it physically.
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