I stared at him. Oui, but I think it will work with touching. The radios on the black and whites crackled to life, and what we heard was enough to stop the squabbling. My gaze had followed his hands the whole way, like I was mesmerized.
They gazed up at him in the dark as if he were the rising sun and they had never seen anything so bright before. Jean-Claude's face went blank, him hiding away. Apparently, Zerbrowski had been planning our strategy while I was trying to fix things with Arnet. Shit, shit, shit.
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