“I did it,” I tell him quietly. He turns to me, his expression softening only a little, but appearing more curious than murderous, as it had been. “You’ve got to act like everyone’s having the worst day of their life, right?” His hands untighten, and his shoulders relax as he nods. “I like this more.” I nod to myself. “The high road feels pretty damn good.” I smile up at Matt. “I’d like to throw him off the high road. A bridge, preferably,” he says, voice eerily relaxed.
