The Corpse in the Closet (Riley Thorn #2)

by Lucy Score

every time she was certain she’d plummet to her death, he’d been there to catch her.

“You know what one of the most depressing things about being an adult is?” He clipped a new target to the arm and sent it down range. “What?” “I always thought at some point I’d be the best version of myself and that things would come easier then. But nothing is easy. There is no best self. It’s all just hard work and sweaty, painful practice.”

Riley was convinced the woman was Satan and had been called back to hell for a management emergency.

“I’m saying you’re the kind of girl who makes a guy start thinking about the future.”

“Let’s just stay here and drink for the rest of the day. When we’re done, we’ll call a Lyft, throw our phones in the river, go to the airport, and fly to Costa Rica.” “You have never been more attractive than you are right now,” Riley decided. “It’s the shoes,” he said.

“Death strips away everything we think is important only to reveal what actually is important,” Elanora said. “All souls remember their truth once the distortions of life begin to fade.”