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Losing the touch

Seth felt his throat tighten, the agitated woman continued to scold him. “Accident? Bullshit! That wasn’t any accident, you went screeching into the alley!”

“It was an accident. You should leave now.” Seth cut her off, he felt tears well in his eyes as he started to walk back to his car. “Oh no you don’t!” she roared as she grabbed him again. He spun around and easily reversed her pin on him, barely able to stop himself after so many years of ingrained habits.

“You shold leave now, others will come with guns.” Seth said again, all emotion leaving his voice.

She laughed in his face. “I’m not letting you go, you’ve just committed four homicides.” Seth smirked and twisted her arm slightly, bringing her to her knees. “I don’t think you have the leverage you think you do.”

She glared at him, preparing to strike but suddenly he let go. Maybe it was her face, so much like his sister, or maybe it was her smell strawberries, or her looks, what a gorgeous woman. “I’m losing my touch” Seth thought to himself.

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