I told him to be calm. If I'd wanted a blade as a main weapon, I'd have put on the wrist sheaths. Richard glanced back, and he and Jean-Claude had one of those rare guy moments. I was standing over the body, one foot on its shoulder, pinning it to the ground.
It was Gregory, in his growling voice, who said, I guess it's none of my business, but should Richard really be in front of the house where cars could see him? He is covered in blood. I ran my hands up the unbelievable warmth of his skin, but the look in his lavender eyes was too much. Malcolm didn't ask us to keep an eye this side of the river. There was no good place to hide in this parking lot, except behind the Dumpsters.
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