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He does not ask whether I am sure.

He knows me better than that.

“What do you want?” he asks.

Razor laughs once. “You taking votes now?”

I look at him.

“No.”

Then I look at Hyde.

“I want him gone.”

Hyde's face gives me nothing. “He knows about the leak.”

“So do his phones.”

“Could be more in his head.”

“There probably is.”

Nevermore studies me. “You willing to lose it?”

I think about Sweet hanging over sixty feet of darkness, Razor's knife against her ribs, the bruise on her cheek, and the word Doll dragged out like ownership.

I think about something else too.

What Sweet said.

Razor owns Razor.

I cannot kill him and tell myself I am doing it because Sweet needs revenge.

That would be another decision made for her.

This one is mine.

“I am.”

Hyde looks at CSI. “Anything else you can pull from him?”

“Not that I trust.”

Hyde nods once.

Decision made.

Razor finally stops smiling.

“What?”

I take hold of the back of his chair.

His eyes narrow. “Where are we going?”

I glance at Nevermore.