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Michael Boyd Thirty-nine years old Convicted sexual assault and rape felon Multiple drug counts Two probation violations Details not being released as of now, but ho looked into

The picture I currently looked at was the sa shot, one where he looked just as deranged as he had every time I’d seen him in the diner I closed ht in the alley played back With it only being a couple of days since the attack, it was still very fresh, but all s, that fear and anxiousness, the heavy weight that could make you suffocate

“It’s crazy, right?”

I opened my eyes and blinked a few ti at the newspaper, her brows pulled low

“Crazy?” Was she talking about the fact that it was a nized him? I knew she’d seen him harass me It was hard to miss when he was loud and obnoxious and didn’t exactly hide that he was an asshole whenever he’d come in

She tipped her chin toward the paper “That’s the same asshole who came in here and was a prick to you I reet what he deserved” She pointed to the charges he’d been convicted of

“Yeah,” I said softly and folded the paper up before shoving it under the counter I didn't want to look at it any herself out of her own thoughts

“I really hate this fucking city most days”

I snorted “Most days?”

She gave ht nod “Ninety-nine percent of the time, okay”

I laughed softly I’d only been here a couple ofDesolation stood for The only positive thing about this hell was that it helped keep me hidden

“Anyway,” she said “Good riddance”

I couldn’t help but smile warily I was tired, just really damn tired I wanted to save up as much as I could so I could move to a better place, a place where I’d reinventme

But that seemed like such a pipe dream and not at all realistic The truth was I’d probably be dead beforeoptimistic

“So…”