That’s what the person laying on the deck in front of her reminded her of. The sound was wet and forced. Every tiny hair on her body prickled at the...sound.An arm shot forward and slapped the deck, pushing, lifting. The head raised awkwardly, starting from the shoulders with the weight of the skull hanging limply. The pale form raised its head up. Dark, dripping hair was plastered down the face. It was a man. His clothes were torn and stained, little more than rags. A horrified expression. "Abigail shrugged and picked up her shoes, slamming the door to the shared bedroom as she went. She didn't want to be around Moira, and her Quentin any longer and she had certainly not intended to be caught by her sister during the act. She had hoped to cause confusion with Quentin – so that he came to demand sex from Moira, not cause conflict between Moira and herself.Abigail had always found it hard to deal with her sister; Moira disliked her – as did her elder brother Graeme – and whenever. Offing a Fed is serious shit.”“Without question,” agreed Folsom. “She’s only seen Minor and his gang, so you could probably safely assume that they would take the fall for abducting her. We need to find someone else to pin her interrogation, torture, and eventual death on that leaves you in the clear.”“That’s what Q-Tip and Splint came up with too,” DeMarcus said. “I guess if you are all in agreement on it, I should trust your opinions and go with it.”Folsom saw Q-Tip step slightly back from. Tomorrow I'm planning to ask my new friend Matt to walk me home from school. When I give you the sign, you go hide in our closet and I'll let you watch how easy it is to get a guy to like you." I was embarrassed at the idea but I knew I was gonna do it. The next day, sure enough I'd barely got home from school when Kathleen showed up with this curly haired boy, Matt. He was good looking too! Friendly smile and blue eyes, I just sighed when I saw him. The three of us chatted in the kitchen.