Chapter 9

With a borderline zombie like David Dahmer at his disposal, Jack Davindale marveled at the endless possibilities that were now filling his devious mind.  Similar to grocery shopping while starving, you tend to over purchase, logic vanishes as gluttony abruptly pushes its way in.  Wendy watched her husband while she nodded her head as if the customer on the other end of the line could see her.  

Neither Jack nor Wendy paid any mind to Sasha as she rummaged through bottle after bottle behind the counter; they were too focused on setting David up and sending him out on his next mission, “David, my boy, what’s wrong?  Let me help you.  Just explain the problem and I’ll give you a solution.”  Jack was a pure son of a bitch.

David’s eyes danced to their own erratic EDM song, more scattered than his brain waves were at the current moment.  Cold turkey (and unknowingly) coming off of highly dependent pills t

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