Josh's mom was late coming to get him, Mitch went on. His eyes narrowed just slightly, the perfect hint of censure tinted hiswords. And the worry for Josh's well-being had intensified with the discoveryof the bloodstains in the van. She drew a beadon Hannah that had all the power of a tractor beam.
Pride and anger and something like panic squeezed into a knot in hischest. Grimsby? Gatsby? Gizmo. Excuse me, ladies. I am so fuckingtired of that excuse! The fury rolled through him like a storm, clouding his vision and hisjudgment.
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