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“What?”

“I’ve been calling your na here,” he says, gesturing towards the windshield, indicating we’re still in a very parked car

I haven’t even put the keys in the ignition

“Sorry,the car

“Where’s your head at?” he questions, his eyes probing and too fucking observant

A harsh breath punches out ofthis fucker for a year now, and I’rit out

Saying it out loudwheel, rip out the air bag and wrap it around ets me heated

I don’t care that the Ghost Killer’s victi, i path to walk But that doesn’t mean they didn’t have the chance to turn their lives around That doesn’t mean

they couldn’t have been saved

The asshole is tauntingknow it I feel it in my bones

“You’re taking it too personal,” A, I lurch the car forward, heading back to the precinct I have to find out who exactly Sage was involved with

“You’re right, I am,” I admit

“Maybe you should reests quietly

I grind h to say shit like that to me This case feels personal because it is personal

“We both know he killed your real father, Mako I haven’t told anyone else that, but I’uess that decision”