He drew back, laughing. I could save him like for dessert. I had my badge in my left hand, held where the uniform on the door could see it clearly. He was one of our serial killers.
I hoped he could help her, because it seemed worse to lose people who were trying to save someone that didn't get saved. We're not going to eat you, Anita, Jason said. I nodded, then said, Yes. It wasn't me she was mad at.
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