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Brandon's room smelled more like him now than it did this morning, or at least I thought it did. I tossed my jacket and holster on the bed and pulled his blood-stained shirt off. I hated to take off the one article of clothing that smelled so much like him, but I couldn't keep wearing it with Christian's blood all over it. I needed to take a shower, too, but that would have to wait until after 7:00.

Most of their stuff was already packed. I just needed to gather up their toiletries and a few odds and ends Elliott, mostly, had strewn around the room. There was a half-eaten bag of Cheetos on the dresser. I unclipped it and stuck my face inside, inhaling deeply. It didn't exactly smell like him, but his essence was there somehow. I ate one, even though I know he licks his fingers and sticks them back in the bag. I don't exactly love Cheetos, but this one was better than most because it reminded me of him.