He folded his arms over his stomach, as if nauseous, and bowed his head. His long hair veiled his face. ‘I never pretended I wasn’t . . . a predator, Harry. I never claimed she was anything but what she was. Food. You knew it. She knew it. I didn’t lie to anyone.’ I had a bunch of vicious answers I could have used, but I went with, ‘Before she went to you last night, Justine asked me to tell you that she loved you.’ Short of shoving a running chain saw into Thomas’s guts, I don’t think I could have hurt him any more.
