"Well, that's interesting," said Crane. He'd slipped into Nadine's apartment just in time to hear the screaming from the bathroom. "Anything you'd like to share, Harvey?"
"The Batman or the Joker?" He stood and went to the refrigerator, pulling out a carton of milk and sniffing at it. "Have you eaten all of the cereal? That woman is a horrible cook - I wouldn't blame you if you have."
Harvey shook his head. "Him. Me. We're the same. We're different." He grabbed at his face again, scratching at the skin on the bad side. "I can't stop. He won't stop." He was at once matter-of-fact and afraid.
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"She's dead. He killed her." He breathed hard and he still seemed to be in a daze, almost disoriented.
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