This place smells revolting. The drain, the corpses, themselves, every smell grew worse by the hour. Victoria sat on her cardigan and watched Alex fussing over Megan’s ear. They both have secrets. They’re both hiding something. Something dreadful. I don’t need to find their bottles. After days locked together, Victoria knew their sins. Alex was easy. His mutilated leg was proof. Scarring like his usually resulted from a car wreck. From a high speed car wreck. Too young for a driver’s license, Alex must have stolen the car. The wreck killed someone. Not a passenger or a friend. Someone riding in the other car. An innocent child, Victoria guessed, or children — killed by Alex in the wreck. Their parents had lived. Or maybe an uncle. Whoever, they meant to settle the score with Alex. That's why Alex carries the knife. He's terrified. His bottle will have photos. Wait until Megan sees the young faces of the children he killed. He won't be her golden boy then. Victoria knew Megan’s secret too.
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