The Grim Room

CHAPTER 8 (PAID)

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He grinned, took the new shot in front of him. Alison began to wonder how many shots he could take before he passed out at the bar.

“I guess you know how I feel then, eh,” he said.

He’d said this with a burning tone, like she was such a stupid bitch he’d like to slide his hairy hands around her sexy neck and squeeze until the breath was gone.

“Silver—”

“What if I said I wasn’t asking…”

Alison’s eyes bugged out like when she’d first seen her father hit her mother, age six, eyes innocently searching through the one-inch crack in the doorway. Silver picked up the shot and held, midair. This process was getting old. She didn’t sip from her pint this time.

“Ok, Silver. Look. I understand. You’re in a position of power here. All I want is to know where Chris’s living. I’ll come over tomorrow. You give me t…