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I
looked
down
at
Elliott
.
His
eyes
were
a
hand
’
s
breadth
from
mine
,
and
despite
the
grip
I
had
on
his
throat
they
were
still
burning
with
rage
.
Breath
whistled
in
his
teeth
as
he
clawed
after
the
strength
to
break
my
grip
and
damage
me
.
I
yanked
him
off
the
rail
and
propped
him
away
from
me
with
a
cautionary
arm
.
"
Listen
,
I
’
m
passing
no
judgements
here
.
I
just
want
to
know
.
What
makes
you
think
she
has
any
connection
to
Bancroft
?
"
"
Because
she
told
me
,
motherfucker
.
"
The
sentence
hissed
out
of
him
.
"
She
told
me
what
he
’
d
done
.
"
"
And
what
was
that
?
"
He
blinked
rapidly
,
the
undischarged
rage
condensing
into
tears
.
"
Dirty
tilings
,
"
he
said
.
"
She
said
he
needed
them
.
Badly
enough
to
come
back
.
Badly
enough
to
pay
.
"
Meal
ticket
.
Don
’
t
worry
Daddy
,
when
I
’
m
rich
we
’
ll
buy
Mummy
back
.
Easy
enough
mistake
to
make
when
you
’
re
young
.
But
nothing
comes
that
easy
.
"
You
think
that
’
s
why
she
died
?
"
He
turned
his
head
and
looked
at
me
as
if
I
was
a
particularly
poisonous
species
of
spider
on
his
kitchen
floor
.
