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244 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 16, 2013
Pictures were taken, the dead guy roughly examined, then carried away. Not surprisingly we didn’t find a passport, driver’s license, or anything else that could give us a clue to the guy’s identity. Later, Trenkins and I drove back to the station, changed into dry clothes and filled out the paperwork.
“My husband,” Mrs. Anderson added in case we weren’t sure how they were related. I swallowed down my sarcasm, wondering for a brief moment about my anger.
“What would anybody want with a guy like Phil? What was he useful for?” [Jeff speaking about the disabled man they found murdered]
“Does she think there’s a conspiracy against disabled children?” Trenkins’s voice dripped with skepticism.
“How could she love someone so distorted, someone who was and would forever be a burden, so much? [Jeff speaking about the mother of the little girl who received the death threats]
“How can they be so fucking caring and nice and all with a daughter like that?” I muttered. [Again, Jeff talking about the little girl receiving death threats.]
[This one made me nauseous] “I mean, I can understand—understand I want to stress, not sympathize with—some of the arguments as to why they shouldn’t be allowed to live and so on…”
“I wrinkled my nose. The sight of this kid was not pretty. Most definitely not.”
“Horrified, I watched Sean crumple the salami in his hand, then smash it onto the bread. I glanced at Parker, who stared at the scene in front of him in fascination. He didn’t show any sign of disgust, though, which bothered me. Since when was he so open-minded?”
“The boy opened his mouth willingly and this time Alex didn’t help him close his mouth while he chewed. It was a revolting sight and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my face impassive.”
“Alex had to swaddle Sean. That translated into Sean wearing diapers, right? Wasn’t he six years old? Gross. Absolutely gross.”
“Inwardly, I cursed Alex for having to care for Sean. The one time after years I fell for another guy and he had to come with an appendage.”
“We always had to be on high alert because we wouldn’t want to miss out on any important detail, but I still loathed those endless hours of asking questions.”
..Those children are disabled. They die more easily than healthy children....So that's okay then. It's already given that their ugly so why worry?
“Mrs. Anderson smiled tenderly at her daughter and brushed a curl away from the child’s forehead. Love emanated from the woman, stunning me into silence. How could she love someone so distorted, someone who was and would forever be a burden, so much? Suddenly, I asked myself why I couldn’t find someone to look at me like that.”