beautiful…,” Underbrink smirked as he mounted the driver’s seat of a bright red Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio sedan, his back settling into the luxurious leather seat. He took in a big breath and slowly let the air exhale from his emaciated chest. 

“This feels so good, who needs to shift this magnificent beast into drive? Keys be damned…,” Underbrink sighed, his head back, his limbs loose. The next instant, he sat up, his attention turning back to the box he’d slung into the passenger’s seat a moment before.

“Keys… no… how could that be… possible…?” Underbrink asked as he fished one of the jars out of the soggy, smelly box. Doyle’s. He looked at the brain floating inside the clear liquid t...

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