That's just about all I do. The stairs ended just up ahead. He took my hand, tentatively, and though he was a six foot plus, naked, limn, there was something very little boyish on his face. My expertise was more in the line of taking lives, not preserving them.
He had everything zipped and buttoned, and just that had taken some of the raw terror out of his eyes. But he'd also kept a brown suit jacket that matched his pants. Picky, picky. Becca was still being carried, so she didn't have much choice.
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