There was an inhalation of air as a cigarette tip flared, showing the black bug shades that covered Vinny's face. He all but melted out of a shadow, the things seeming to stick to him, all the darkness seeming to pull towards him in the alley.
"Poor chick." he says idly, his tone dull. "Too bad she ain't the only one I seen."
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