He wasn't the first police officer to have a problem putting it all together, and he wouldn't be the last. Her face froze, and her arms just stopped moving, as if she was suddenly a statue in that kid's game. He called inside my head, sort of. I'm glad one of us was so sure.
I took that anger, not to wash over me, but to drink, to swallow, to bathe in it. He wasn't wearing anything. I wasn't sure how to put it into words, but it was more like you didn't say things like that about someone's boyfriend, not in front of them, anyway. They were mostly succeeding, though it was hard to tell through the blood if there were any new wounds.
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