96: Creepy

Devon can't believe he's here.

He promised himself that he wouldn't waste any more time with Elizabeth. He's grown tired of her incessant whining, which almost always amounts to nothing. All she talks about is Damien Fucking Keller, but it's nothing he's interested in.

But here he is, sitting beside her at yet another expensive restaurant, and he's most probably going to be paying the bill. Richard's a nice guy, he never forgets his wallet. However, that might change. Depends on how the afternoon goes. If she keeps talking shit, he might just forget it.

She ordered a Caesar salad for lunch—typical—and he's cutting into a steak. She's still talking about Damien, and he zoned out ages ago. He's worried about Amelia, all alone with that fuck. He's bugged about Aaron, too. He can't get his lifeless body in trash out of his mind. And that bloody hole in the middle of his forehead. He's seen death, he's seen gunshots, but he's never seen the body of someone he cared about. Yes, he cared. H