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345 pages, Paperback
First published August 22, 2012
He appealed to the rage and fury, promising the fire it could bring the house down if those firemen escaped. Promising to help. Promising it would be fucking spectacular.
"Dad, it's not -"
His eyes cut right. "Now, Layne."
She swallowed and slinked past him into the living room.
"Don't forget my box of condoms," called Gabriel.
Nick's hand went over hers. "Gabriel will find us. He'll get us out."
"How?" she choked. "How do you know?"
"Because he always does."
"You know," he said by way of greeting, "the night I caught you with Layne, I called you a future felon. I didn't realize you'd make good on that prediction so quickly."
"That night you dragged Layne out of my driveway, I called you an asshole. Guess we were both right."
"Were you bluffing about getting out?"
Gabriel grabbed the door handle. When he was standing in the grit and rubble of the shoulder, feeling the rain trail down his collar, he hesitated before closing the door. "You know I don't even have a phone."
"Would now be a bad time for a joke about smoke signals?"
"Fuck you."
Layne wanted to be brave. She wanted to be optimistic.
But she started crying anyway.
Nick's hand went over hers.
"Gabriel will find us. He'll get us out."
"How?" she choked. "How do you know?"
"Because he always does."