“Ugh, must we do this?” Britt made a face as she grabbed a final handful of chips. “His dream’s probably going to be super dull, like eating oatmeal while watching golf … sorry, Hazel.” “Investigating him and Kade equally was your plan, Britt,” I protested. “I know, but thinking about it more, your Bryson’s too boring to be a killer.” “Don’t be idiotic, Brittany,” Max said sharply. “Thank you,” I said. “Some of the world’s most notorious killers were boring S.O.B.s,” Max went on.
