JavertsSentinels
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“Why tomorrow?” Grissom questioned, confusion coloring his voice. He was met with another smirk. “It’ll give me time to ask my own questions, questions from people no cop stands a chance getting answers from.” He leaned close then, the scent of him filling Grissom’s nose; sweat and leather and something else, something deeper, unidentifiable. “And because maybe tomorrow…” Dallas continued, voice taking on that deep, husky quality it had had before, accent thicker in the hushed words,” I’ll tell you my real name.” With that, he was turning, boots clicking almost soundlessly against the pavement and then he was rounding the corner at the end of the alley and was gone, leaving Grissom standing at the other end, frozen in place with a rather embarrassing problem in his pants.
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31 Jan 2024