The Grim Room

CHAPTER 12

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Silver needed cocaine. Anything to take his mind off the constant throb of his head. That bitch really messed him up. He’d fallen right onto the goddamn curb running across Van Ness, cars nearly hitting him as he flew. He had to bandage his forehead, a gash running across it.

            Cunt. 

            He had cocaine coming. Julian would be here shortly, thank god for small miracles.

            Silver stepped into his spare room. He opened a cupboard above the bed and extracted a box. The box contained stolen silver jewelry.

            Silver licked his lips and poured out the contents. Silver bracelets, necklaces, rings, anklets, watches. You name it, he’d stolen it. Most of his victims were women, though on occasion he’d rip off a man. He didn’t like to though. Women were easier.…