I went looking for Candace.
I found her where she always is just after midnight on a Saturday; at the club. Club Baby Seal. And yes, the owner is exactly as big an asshole as the name suggests. She was puking in the bathroom, and she didn’t understand why. She claimed she’d only had two drinks after a big dinner. That was probably a lie, but the five or six drinks she probably did have weren’t what was making her puke.
I took her home. If she’s still alive in the morning, I’ll take her with me into the country.
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