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Evan’s fingers curl around e your ernails stab into my flesh as he shoves me toward ood on his proue down my throat We don’t have sex, but only because he has to rush away for so Still, with each touch of his hands, another petal on that rose Ryler wrote about withers and falls to the ground But he never shows up to pick it up

Chapter 7

Eyes, Eyes Everywhere

Ryler

After class, Iwith for about three to four weeks now, at the Writing Center He’s sitting at the table, reading a book, and doesn’t see me walk in He alears a baseball cap to keep hi today

Where’s your hat? Imy books onto the table in front of hi the table then shrugs, seeh his blond hair "Iout a seat

"Yep, fine," he ansithout looking up at e, but I don’t thinkout students ander in and out of the room, then we take a break We chat a little bit about classes and du about "work" related stuff

"I’ to wonder if the warehouse is a myth," Brook says about tenwith Brooks, he’s been hardcore deter his hat and his declaration about the warehouse being a aze skims the bookshelves, the co seems out of the ordinary The area is as rabto write down a response, since Brooks doesn’t understand sign language well

Really? Why? He has warehouses in Vegas I’ve seen them myself I slide the notebook across the table to him

He picks it up and reads it over "Yeah, but those are different froed hideout for Donny Elderas are basically just places to gas and slumps back in the chair "The one that everyone whispers of--the hideout--is… I don’t know… I just don’t think it’s possible for an entire town full of corruption to be off the radar from everyone"

Off the radar is an understatement Over the last couple of weeks, Detective Stale has spent hours searching for the town, even using satellites to try to get a location But he’s co, so either Brooks is correct and the place doesn’t exist, or…

Maybe he’s paid off people, I scribble down

By he, I mean Donny Elderman, but I never jot his na into the wrong hands