What I thought had been the shower running was the bathtub. I shook my head and walked wide around Douglas, which put me out of reach for the sheriff. By the time I got to the hospital, Gil was handcuffed to a bed rail. The story was started, and he would tell it now, whether I wanted to hear it or not.
I pulled into the employee parking lot of Circus of the Damned at nearly 8:30 in the morning. Her tight ponytail flicked as she moved, because it was high on her head. I started to say they weren't new friends, but he'd already hung up. He kept straining upward, teeth slashing the air, sounds coming from his throat that were more animal than human.
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