“Jesus, how much did you give her?” Tony removed the hood from the girl’s head, placed a finger beneath her chin, and lifted. Her lips never stopped moving, and the flow of nonsense syllables continued unabated.
“Don’t blaspheme, Tony,” the hooded man said. “I had to give her a lot. It was strange, like her body was rejecting the dope. I don’t know much about this sort of thing, but I think I gave her enough that it should have killed her.”
Tony slapped her face a couple of times, but it did little more than move her head from side to side. “Was she an addict?” he asked.
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