The Grim Room
CHAPTER 26 and 27
Chris squirmed out of her embrace and took off after Silver. As Chris reached the top of the stairs, Alison yelled out, “No!” Chris took one step down, and another, then, red-faced, stopped. He had a choice to make. He couldn’t have both.
“Let him go. I don’t want to be alone.”
He paused, looking mad. “Fuck.”
“What were you going to do with him, anyway?” She asked.
“Tie him up, take him down to the nearest SFPD station?”
“That would have been fun to see.”
Alison walked back to her apartment from the stairwell. Chris followed. Inside, they stopped and took a moment. Then, as if a button had been pressed, Alison flipped the light switch off. She locked the door behind them and went in front. At the last second, she slammed her palm against her forehead. She turned, undid the locks, and laughed out loud wit…
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