Kindle Notes & Highlights
“In a way, Burl, you saved Jessie’s life. Inadvertently, of course, but still . . . kind of ironic, don’t you think?”
Another thin tear slipped from his eye, though, suggesting the presence of a stoically concealed heart.
the three sisters wept together, their recent histories set aside, their emotions in harmony.
It wasn’t cryptic, imaginative, or clever. It certainly wasn’t a haiku, although there would have been something sweetly karmic about that. It was two concise words. DEAD WREN. Poetry.
“You brought me water. You brought me food. You eased my pain and dressed my wounds. But you said it yourself, Burl: You did none of those things for me. You did them for yourself.” “You’re damn right,” Burl said. His final words.
The first thing they spotted was Errol in his enclosure, sleeping now, but he wouldn’t be for long. “Any ideas?” Jessie asked, zooming in on the dozing dog. “Gee, I left my favorite squeaky toy in the van,” Brea said, and held up her .45. “Good thing I brought this.”
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“Just so I got this straight . . . are you telling me you’re scared of a buncha gals?” “Sounds to me like you are,” Carson answered. “Goddamn you, Carson Withers. Goddamn you and your fucking children.” Chance clutched his rapidly beating heart. “I don’t know what the world record is for going from being promoted to being fired, but you hafta be pretty fucking close to it.”
His fingers came away bloody. His severed ear swung back and forth. Wilder prodded it with a dark, disbelieving expression. “Is that . . . is that my ear?”
LOL this shouldnt made me laugh, but it did
The sisters held each other tight and felt something inside that could be moved or thrown into shadow but never destroyed.
Mason had prayed for them all, but he was a goddamn Episcopalian, so it barely counted.
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“I want you to come with me, you dumbass.” In the past few hours, Chance had felt mostly sour emotions, but these words elicited something sweeter. It wasn’t much—a bright piss in a stormy ocean, truth be told—but by God, he’d take it.
. it wouldn’t be Christian to take him and leave the others. It’s fairer to just leave them all.”
Lol sound logic
this was the South, where guns and families went together like apples and pies.
“I am the bee’s elbows,” Emmett declared.
Lol wth
That was when Chance screamed. It was not a sound becoming of a captain of industry, a leader of men. It was shrill and full of terror, rising in pitch until it matched the engine and rotor noise. He did not pray. His life did not flash before his eyes. There was no time for that. He thought of his sister and his dog, and that was all.
The sisters looked at one another, then leveled their pistols and fired simultaneously. One in the stomach. One in the heart. One in the head. Game over.
One of the more outlandish theories purported that Chance Kotter—the Bruce Wayne of Reedsville, according to some—had assembled a crack team of vigilantes to hunt down and go after the wren, and the wren (who just happened to be Chance’s computer guy) learned about this and put together his own hit squad. These opposing factions clashed at two locations, culminating in twenty dead.
The ashes were presented to the old lady afterward, who took them home, mixed them into a five-pound bag of Happy Whistler’s Wild Bird Seed, and distributed them among the twenty-two feeders in her backyard.
Chance Kotter was a man so empty of heart you could argue he was never alive to begin with.”
“It’s the three of us. I know that. A triangle, right? But I’ve sometimes felt that it’s more like three lines, and Jessie is the bridge. It’s you, her, then me.”
“Can you travel that close to hell with someone and not come out of it newly bonded?”
The sisters likened themselves to a triangle, even a typhoon, but really, they were three people with sublime chemistry. A rare and beautiful magic.
Incriminating the sisters meant exposing Chance’s tortuous game and his many other corruptions, which included kidnapping two innocent women—one of them heavily pregnant—and holding them at gunpoint. It was an extremely damaging light to shine on the Kotter family name, and who knew how many other sins would come crawling out of the woodwork.
Was this a hint for a part two?
