But for two days now I've been stuffing her with sleeping pills, drugs, depriving her of the smell of a she-wolf so that no one will find us, and from this killer cocktail, dick knows how much longer she will last. Maybe a day, maybe a couple of hours.

I think I need something to feed her. As much as I'd like to starve her to death, Amalia will probably go nuts.

I haven't cooked for a woman in a long time, and I had no idea what they were eating.

He pulled on the refrigerator door. Yes, lucky so lucky: there was some food here, thanks to the previous...