13/02/2026 18:28

---

There are two kinds of women that hang around with men like Edward, like me, that know what we are. His own gun was on a sling that he pushed far behind his back, keeping it out of the way with a well-placed elbow as he moved. It rose up and up until it towered against the ceiling, curving like a giant snake to stare down at me. What you do best is what I do best.

Then we burn the body to ash, and scatter it over a third body of water. Finally, the pictures took up almost all the empty white wall space. And that is the problem, he said. He handed Edward's back, but squinted at mine.