He waited, patient, while Kavinsky tried to find the words. Boyfriend experience. It ticked something inside him, a memory to push deep down. No place for it here. He could afford the more expensive one. He lived austerely.
Poison lifted an eyebrow at the mention of waterboarding.
"Something in between," he said. "Where do we go?"
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Poison lifted an eyebrow at the mention of waterboarding.
"Something in between," he said. "Where do we go?"