Justin sipped from the glass, not looking up.
“It wasn’t me,” Peter Zavod said. “It was Harry.” he drained his own glass and refilled it.
“Yeah,” said Justin. He sipped. He didn’t dare get drunk.
“I know. It’s fucking insane,” slurred Zavod. “Monstrous. But I couldn’t stop it.”
Justin’s knuckles were white.
“No,” said Zavod, “look. I know what you’re thinking but if I had said something, Harry would have put a bullet in my head.”
“I don’t want to die. I want to live.” He slammed the whiskey and refilled both glasses. “I bet you do, too.”
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