So I say nothing.
“You draw them then they die in the same way shortly after.”
“That, er, appears to be the situation. Yes.”
He pulls a face as though I’ve just told a very tasteless joke.
“It’s about freedom. I’m ridding Hull of all its undesirables.”
“Freedom for Hull. So you admit that you can kill anyone, just by drawing them?”
“Only if I draw them getting killed.” I slide the pad from under the white tip of his finger. “May I?”
“Be my guest.” He hands me a Bi...
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