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She would never per to touch and kiss Razor ht for a way out, I slide deeper There’s no saving me fro I’m fine" I’ll remain that way if Razor succeedsor if I write Kyle’s papers

"I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you"

So am I There’s this ache It’s in an area so deep that the pain can live there forever--as if it’s a cancer along my soul Mom has no idea how badly I wish she had been there forto confess race, but I’ve done tooChosen too ive

"I’m okay," I say "I promise"

RAZOR

I’D GIVE MY left ball if I could flip ontodownme out of sleep Doesn’t help that half h a shredder

My hts are slow, like I’ aware

"could have been the Riot" It’s Eli I’d know that serious-as-a-freshly-dug-grave voice anywhere

"I’ve thought of that," says Cyrus "I flipped through the police reports on the other truck robberies This hit was different In the other incidents, they attacked as soon as the driver got out In this hit, they waited too long and they waited for Pigpen and Man O’ War to be out of range--for you and Razor to be alone"

"Think the Riot knows the detective talked to Razor?" Eli asks

"I sure as hell hope not," Cyrus answers "If so, our boy has a huge target on his back I’m not sure we can erase"

Erase

Erase

Erase The word seems important It referred to another word, another idea that also felt critical, but it fades with a hand that grips the back of my neck and lifts my head

"Drink, son" It’s a voice that’s fah "You need to drink"