Trevor is sitting on Corrine's porch, staring at her unconscious form through the living room's bay window and contemplating how many ways his present surroundings fail to compare to Club de Ruse's VIP room, where he had expected to be by now. Being out in the dark creeps the hell out of him, but nore more so than the house does when he's inside, ( Read more... )

It took Corrine ten minutes to find her phone ( Read more... )