What saved you? A cross, and friends. The fact that it's in the middle of freaking nowhere doesn't seem to dissuade the nouveau riche, or wanna-be rich. What do you see in my face, Musette? My voice was low, almost a whisper, because I was afraid of what my hand would do if I yelled. He lowered his voice so the truly grieving widow wouldn't hear him.
She snorted. We waited for a few minutes, while Perry rounded up enough warm bodies to act as a sort of living gauntlet to try and keep the press at bay. We'd cut off all escape routes and reason with them. There was a knock on the door, and I realized that someone had been knocking for a while.
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