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326 pages, Paperback
First published April 26, 2016
“Seriously,” he said. “I really want to know. Why don’t we get gadgets? This is some straight-up James Bond stuff.”
Jessie snatched the pen out of his hand, tossing it over to me. “Because Jason Bourne can kick James Bond’s ass, little man, and that’s how we roll: car chases and parkour.”
“Couldn’t we do car chases and parkour with gadgets?”
“And thinking about the human cost, for me, is something that takes genuine effort. It’s not part of my mental process. Harmony, I was raised by a serial killer. I was eleven years old and helping him lure in victims, because that’s what I was taught to do. One time? On my thirteenth birthday? He made me hold the knife.I’m not the kid I was back then, but don’t you dare think I was never her. What I’m saying is, I’m nobody’s goddamn moral compass.”
“I didn’t ask you to be.”
“But I am asking you to be,” she said. “You care about people. You try to do the right thing, even when it costs you. You believe in big ideas, like honor and compassion and justice. Even when it makes you look like a damn fool.”
“For the record,” she said, “you ever slap me again, we’d better be having rough sex at the time or you are in serious trouble.”
“I think I’d be in serious trouble either way.”
“Let’s talk about what happened in Talbot Cove, instead,” Linder replied. “I told you I was sending a Vigilant team in there and to keep it clear of hostiles so they could get their work done. You knew. And you know who else showed up in town right around the same time as my people? Nyx ended up in Temple’s report. By name. Given that she’s a goddamn demonic bounty hunter, I had to assign her a Hostile Entity designation. Then I flew home to Richmond for a couple of days. Guess who was waiting for me, in my living room, with my daughter sitting on her lap.”
“Nyx?”
“Nyx’s mother,” Linder said, eyes hard as flint. “And she’s pretty pissed off right now, considering her little girl is officially on Vigilant’s hit list.”