Adam bit, straightening up. “Hand me a cigarette.” “That’s more like it,” Dean grinned, tapping one out into Adam’s hand. He bent forward and Dean lit another match, shaking it out once the end of Adam’s smoke was glowing. Adam Adam, if you tell anybody about this, I will make your life a living hell. Do you hear me? A living hell.” Adam nodded dumbly along, still staring at the picture. “Is he…no. No that can’t be right,” Adam said, Adam grinned and Dean reached over and punched him hard in the arm, making him yelp. “Shut up. And next time you’re in line, don’t look around like some idiot – you hold up the group.” “Dick…” Adam grumbled, rubbing
