He'd turned that anger inward, and the depression had eaten him, to the point where he cut his hair. I frowned, and he touched my forehead. Punky put his hands in his pockets. Cool, he said, and seemed to mean it.
I moved my eyes enough to see Damian holding my other hand. his voice was soft. Valentina shook her head, solemnly. Dolph said the crime scene was on the main road.
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