Okay, I put the recorder away until I got to my safe house. No more interruptions. Saul’s MO were young, blonde women who like pumpkin spice and were looking for love. Girls like you. He’s what we call a chef. It’s some sort of priest to the mimics. I wasn’t supposed to kill him, Jenny, not yet. I was supposed to let him kill you so we could watch where he sent your parts. But I mucked around, talked with you. I looked into your eyes when you told me about the house and the dog and all your dreams.
Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man
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