“I didn’t kill anyone. I drugged someone and helped them off a bridge. Two very different things in the eyes of the law.” Thatcher rolls his eyes. “You’ve been in law school for all of two seconds. Chill out.” “Two seconds longer than you,” Rook mutters, filling his hand with Skittles before shoving them into his mouth. “You might even need those seconds one day after you stab the wrong person.”
