I said to Derek, “I didn’t think Chase ever got angry, but just now he sounded like he was ready to kill her.” “I had to drag him away from her when he first found out—his hands were going for her throat.” “Yeah? Why’d you stop him?” “Not for her sake, trust me. I just didn’t want him to end up in jail.” “You could have let him choke her a little bit,” I said. “Just enough so she couldn’t, you know . . . swallow a Jamba Juice for a week, say.” “No smoothies for a whole week?” He shook his head. “Death would be kinder.”
