That’s when I realize what this is. Not telling me where we are going, not explaining the police presence. He was surprising me. When he asked what I thought, it was with the same eager hopefulness of someone who surprised someone with a gift. Somewhere in Roan’s twisted, fucked-up criminal mind, this man, bound and prepped for a bloody interrogation, is a gift. An offering. And I’ll be damned if I don’t find it at least a little cute.
