The composure Shannon could so easily grasp or at least fake on a normal
basis seemed to have vanished. He forced himself into motion, barely able
to look at the photographs as he slid them across the table toward Felix,
his fingers barely touching them. Surely the slimy residue of their touch
was just his imagination?
"This came in the mail today," he manage to say, his hand moving over his
pant leg as if unconsciously wiping it clean.
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The composure Shannon could so easily grasp or at least fake on a normal basis seemed to have vanished. He forced himself into motion, barely able to look at the photographs as he slid them across the table toward Felix, his fingers barely touching them. Surely the slimy residue of their touch was just his imagination?
"This came in the mail today," he manage to say, his hand moving over his pant leg as if unconsciously wiping it clean.