His face was plastered everywhere, Banks, Diners, rest stops. Everywhere.
He was rather handsome, but dangerous.
His hideout was an old bar way out of town that wasnt ever very busy. The only way i know that is because i work there. We had rooms open and things like that. He wasnt like our usual crowd, Truckers, bikers, tired tourists that dont give a shit as long as you give them a room.
My grandmother had always told me as i got into my teen years. "Marianna. You're bright and smart, but you're taste in boys is rather frightening."
I didnt even understand what that meant until lately, the charming ones always have a dark, deep secret. Rather it be murder or robbery. But in this case it was both.
Mr. Urie was a killer and a thief, and it intrigued me.
