Chapter Thirteen - A Most Private Hell

“You know, I think I’ve finally… figured you out…,” Janelle Townsend huffed as the air she breathed seemed to catch fire in her lungs and her shoulders and back cried out in a chorus of exhaustion and agony. The laughter that bubbled up behind her was doing her reeling mind and body no favors either. 

“You’re hilarious, I’ll give you that. Keep digging,” Mycroft ordered as she sat behind where Janelle had been digging for longer than she would have cared to know. She turned her head upward and spewed cigarette smoke into the crisp night air. 

“I’m serious. You’re a… well, you’re soft…,” Janelle assessed as sh...

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