Greatwater Lake i've had a famous man on his fire escape

Slade rose and the haggard female followed him at first with only her gaze -- when he sat she stepped forward boldly, closing the distance that he had carefully laid between them.

She didn't think he lacked bite, but she wondered for a moment if the mighty dark male lacked conviction. Conviction is what made killers -- or so she thought. Psychosis and all of its ailments were madly useless if it was not backed by deep-rooted persuasion.

She offered a shrug to his question, and it rolled harmless down her skeletal backside. "I think this deserves an explanation. A story, if you will." She met his gaze without challenge, noting the searing nature of his vibrant eyes.