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“Keep walking,” I growled

“Wh-wh-I don’t—unhand me!”

I couldn’t fucking believe it “You’re English?” I blurted out incredulously “It’s always the fucking English in the end!” I blew through several new levels of rage and slaoing back to your hideout, and if we’re not there in twooff the cliffs”

That worked “I-I can’t walk that fast! It takes at least five minutes!”

Once fear pushed a person’s heart rate toward 150 and higher, they tended to lose their soing to throw that yapping marshmallow off the cliffs? It would take et there, and we’d be surrounded by witnesses

“Then you better hurry,” I replied, lowering my voice A couple across the street watched us but prioritized getting away safely They always did “What hotel are you staying at?”

“I live here,” he huffed, out of breath He was already li without his cane “Did Louise send you? I was just about to wire the money!”

“Pipe down,” I snapped

We reached a crosswalk, and he didn’t even try to steer side an old ce both ways before crossing the street

“Tell me about Louise,” I demanded

He was too flustered to coht buy hi like a fish, he stared up at me and fumbled hat to say

“You’re not a friend of hers” Fear swam in his milky blue eyes “That’s why she needs the money—she has enemies You’re—”

“You’re not tellingthe biggest risks The dead buried in the cemetery next to us didn’t talk, and there weren’t any pedestrians nearby The other side of the street, however, was lined without thecould get curious

I adjusted rip from his neck to around his shoulders

“What’s your full naht be the way to go

“Albert George Bardsley” He tried to regulate his breathing—tried and failed

“What’s Louise’s full name?”

He huffed again, and he adjusted his little dog in his arms “Louise Marielle Bardsley-Avellino”