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"Are you even listening to " – I lowered ’s store"
Frustrated, he finally asked, "What?"
"There are men over there They have plassee"
"Of course so His wife took the kids and left hiossip chick worked fast I wasn’t going to argue with him His mind was made up, and all he cared about was my conversation with Garrett
"Where do you know hihtened "Yes I deliver lunch to him sometimes And today, he just seemed --"
"Not Vandenberg," he said, his tone as glisteningly sharp as a chef’s knife "That guy Swopes" I paused, taking note of the vehemence in his voice And the fact that he called him Swopes instead of Garrett, a name I hadn’t used Had he checked up on Garrett? Why would he do that? Either way, my patience had prettyto help close up Maybe you should go horab my arm, and I stepped out of his reach
"This is over," I whispered, throwing in a little vehe to defuse the situation himself
"That you broke into my apartment? That you order me around? That you won’t take ‘I just want to be friends’ seriously? Noooo," I said,we’re over?"
"Ian, we never began"
"I’ll give you some time to think about it"
I wanted to throw my arms up in exasperation "I don’t need time, Ian I need you to leave"
"You don’t knohat you need"
This tier that flared around me was my own I felt a flash of heat wash over me as he continued
"I was there for you when you had no one"
"And I’rateful, Ian, but you’re a cop It was your job It doesn’t littered hot "Doesn’t it?"
"What the fuck is that supposed to lare for goodthe door behind hiood between you two? You see to stand up foryourself arrested in the process
"So to say
"Crazy chicks are usually pretty tough"
Or not
"What are you going to do about him?"
"Ian? What do you mean?"
"You don’t actually think that’s the end of it?"
"Well, yeah, kind of I mean, I just told him it was"
"Because that works so ith psychopaths"
He had a point I’d received conflicting vibes froer issues, and wore the same shirt for days at a tiain, I was standing in a dark alley with someone I hardly knew I turned away fro at the end of the alley
"Is that Osh?" I asked Garrett
The kid stood with his hands in his pockets, his breaths fogging around him, so it was hard to see his face, but how lanced over his shoulder toward us, then just as quickly turned back to the street
"Looks like it," he said