Chapter 30: Every One of Them Wanted Something

Faye's POV

The bar was dark. I sat in a corner booth, my third whiskey on the table in front of me.

The ice had melted. The liquor had diluted to a pale amber, and when I picked it up and drank, it tasted like nothing at all.

One sentence kept turning over and over in my head: *they want me to ha...

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