You never blame the victim, Jean-Claude. Someone groaned, and it wasn't Nathaniel, and it wasn't me. I didn't plan on climbing into holes and looking at bodies tonight. They'd have missed her in the club, I said, or was she done for the night? She wasn't done, and, yeah, they would have missed her.
What the hell had I done to make her this pissed about me? Was it about Nathaniel? Hell, she'd never dated him. You make it sound easy. He stumbled, and I put a hand in his shirt, while the other used his arm to bring him in closer. I nodded, again.
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