Chapter 8 · free to read
He had not gone home. Home was a room with a door that had already been used against him once.
Forty thousand pairs of eyes. It had never once occurred to him that a thing with forty thousand eyes can also be aimed.
The trap had not changed. Only the bait had. And the bait was somebody's kid with a phone and a good heart.
He had spent four years being a voice. It took eleven seconds of being a face to learn what a face is FOR.
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