\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. She felt his crotch through his jeans. White gasped, and then stiffened. "And now, Sir," he said, preparing to take his departure, "will you add to the obligation already conferred by informing me where I can meet with Mr. "Tell me that, and I will believe you. ’ Gerald’s jaw tightened. Planting his knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with the other he sought his knife.
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