“I told y’all that this was a mistake, didn’t I?"Dixon snapped at Carlisle.The sting was taken out of his words, though, because all he could do was whisper.“Yes, you said it. A thousand times already and I can assure you that if I hear it one more time, I am going to make you choke on those words.”Dixon shook his head and muttered, "Joker.”Carlisle ignored him.Dixon wanted to talk but he quickly shut his mouth as well.The reason was not far-fetched.Snarls and shuffling feet resounded in the alley where they were.Cramped together in a plastic drum originally used for oilDrenched in black blood and reeking of God knows what, it was a miracle that they were not choking on their bile at the moment.When the snarl moved away, Dexter looked over at Carlisle in the waning light.He looked away, then he asked anyway.“Are you sure you were not bitten?”Carlisle was silent for a while, then he answered.“There is only one way to find out, isn’t it?”“Don’t you mess with..."“Now!”
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