Oh, my god!” I said to Reyes, my eyes radiating accusations at him. “She took your picture? Just what kind of game are you playing? You’re under arrest, mister.” His mouth tilted and a dimple emerged on one cheek as I took his wrist and threw him against a wall. Or, well, urged him toward it. I held him against the cool wood with one hand and frisked him with the other.

Come here often?' I asked instead, humoring no one but myself. So it was totally worth it.

I was just passing by. Saw the commotion. Figured you were involved.

The police never find it as funny as you do.-T-Shirt

I had a soft spot for crazy people.

He bombarded me with words, of all things, apparently clueless to the fact that the predawn hours rendered me incapable of coherent thought.

That boy needs a hobby." "Stalking is a hobby." "So is serial killing.