Page 45 of Psychopath

“We’re not talking about Damon…”

“You’re a hypocrite, Quinn.”

“How am I a hypocrite?”

“These checklists and questions. You’re working through them to label me as something, aren’t you?”

Quinn froze, and Zane grinned, then wagged his finger.

“See, you label, the same as everyone else.”

“Mine’s based on psychology, science, not tabloid news.”

Zane grunted. “I don’t have a problem with alcohol. I drank occasionally, but I never had too much to lose sight of what was around me.”

“Not an alcoholic.”

“No. If I wanted to drink while I was in here, trust me, I could.”

“You’re not allowed alcohol.”

Zane rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so naïve. My turn.”

“That’s not how this works,” Quinn said, gesturing to the sheet.

“It’s how we work,” Zane replied. “Do you drink?”

“Not often. I went to the pub where I live a few times, but it’s pricy.”

“What’s the pub called?”

Quinn rubbed his chin. “I don’t actually know. I think it’s got Queen in it.”

Zane’s eyes glinted. “How interesting.”

“Is it?” Quinn said.

“You live in Water Hollow.”

Quinn sat bolt upright in his chair. He glared at Zane, and Zane stared back, grinning ear to ear.

“How do you know that—”

“And you live on the west side of the village. The east is an industrial estate.”

Quinn’s heart thrashed against his ribs. “How do you know? Have you got someone following me?”

“No, don’t be ridiculous.”

“There’s loads of pubs with Queen in the name. There’s no way you got where I lived from that.”

Zane frowned. “You said you were impressed about the watch.”

“I also said you were scary. Is this a case of saying random villages and seeing how I react?”

“If it were, it would’ve been a very good first guess…”

“Tell me how.”

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