Secret, Psych, Henry Spencer/Carlton Lassiter, rough, submission, secretafullmarginAugust 4 2011, 05:11:41 UTC
Friday morning there was a Motel 6 card key sitting on his desk - the white plastic proud against his blotter. Carlton sat down and picked it up, turning it over in his hands several times before his cell phone buzzed hard - a text message.
H. SPENCER Tonight. 202.He swallowed hard, looking up to see Henry calmly standing by the doughnuts, sipping his coffee as he slid his phone back into his pocket - not a single sign of clandestine plotting. He didn’t respond to the message, didn’t have to - he never could refuse the open invitation. After deleting the text, he went about business as usual
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H. SPENCER
Tonight. 202.He swallowed hard, looking up to see Henry calmly standing by the doughnuts, sipping his coffee as he slid his phone back into his pocket - not a single sign of clandestine plotting. He didn’t respond to the message, didn’t have to - he never could refuse the open invitation. After deleting the text, he went about business as usual ( ... )
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