But maybe you'll end up someplace new, he said. The windshield was so dirty only two fans of clear space remained where the windshield wipers had washed away the mud, everything else had dried to a reddish-brown patina of dirt. I'm the monster expert, Anita, and I don't have a fucking clue. But the bodies weren't torn up.
All clear. He said it like I'd been invited instead of blackmailed. He grabbed my hand and started leading me through the tables towards the door. The doors led into a darkened room thick with an incense I didn't recognize.
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