Knock,Knock..
The gloves were holding hands.
And they were knocking.
_Knock._
From inside the leather. A sound like knuckles on wood, but muffled. Wet. Like it was coming from underwater.
_Knock._
Detective Hayes was pressed against my front door like he could phase th……
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