"He's probably getting better at eightysixing evidence, too," Layla agreed, standing and starting for her room. She stopped in the doorway and absently braced one hand on the wall. She bent her arm behind her back and slipped her fingertips up between her shoulder blades. There were buttons down the length of it, nothing so easy as a zipper to be found.
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Date: 2010-06-13 05:51 pm (UTC)