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I bet Helen has been filling his head with all the dirty details too, the cow.

Jesus Christ indeed.

Death via nicotine poisoning looks mildly appealing. One more. Then I’ll go and see her. Maybe knowing her dad’s here will cheer her up? Equally likely having her dad will make her want to go home with him, but I’m arrogant enough to believe that’s not the case.

I’m almost finished cigarette numberwho careswhen Sarah comes around the corner, shaking her head, a worried look on her face.

“I’ll speak to her.” And I’ll put her over my knee. Or up against a wall. I’ll let her choose.

“No, she’s not there. We’ve checked everywhere, Kill. Derek has all your men looking.”

What is she talking about?

Of course she’s there. She has to be.

She’s here, and I’m going to tear every brick out of every wall to find her.