Tag: death, delaney, troy

To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” he said.I placed my hands flat on the table and leaned across it. “Stay the hell away from him.””Who? Oh, you mean the guy who’s gonna bite it soon?” “He’s not. He’s going to be fine.”He reached a hand out and placed it over my own. I snatched my hand back. He shook his head at me and whispered, “You can’t stop it.””Watch me.

To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” he said.I placed my hands flat on the table and leaned across it. “Stay the hell away from him.””Who? Oh, you mean the guy who’s gonna bite it soon?” “He’s not. He’s going to be fine.”He reached a hand out and placed it over my own. I snatched my hand back. He shook his head at me and whispered, “You can’t stop it.””Watch me.