Suicide Boy
Suicide BoyHe was half hidden by the closed curtains, sitting on a chair by the window. There was a small gap where light filtered in and it sent a shining ray across the coffee table. That was how I saw anything of him at all at our first meeting. That was the first time I met Cain. The agency put me in touch with him but once we had spoken on the phone I had liked the sound of him, he had seemed sweet and charming and his easy manner had won me over, within a week of meeting him for the...