"He's alive. Yeah, he's---he's fucking alive."

Sven sniffed and didn't even know what to say. He'd seen terrible things happen to people when he was selling his young body on the street. Prostitutes beaten up by their clients---but this....this was harder. Davy was someone he loved and cared for.

"I want to kill him. Bury him alive and kick his worthless body six feet under."

The Swede would never kill but the thoughts mulling around his head right now were at getting this guy and ending him. He couldn't think straight.

"Davy's been seeing Martyn? I didn't know."