Vince stared at the letter in his hand, half an amused smile on his face. If it wouldn’t put them in potential jeopardy to have in writing a tease that they could kill Maxine together and bury his body, Vince would have said it. He didn’t trust the leech though. That one seemed to have an almost impossible reach and too much power to frame people he didn’t like. So instead, Vincent flipped the letter over and scrawled something else on the back, determined not to think about the way his heart sank at the thought of another meal alone in this empty flat.

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