There were so many things that he wanted to say to Cassidy that he didn’t want to say over a phone line. The panoply of bad ideas she had just enumerated was making his brain leak out his ears. Going to the police? Telling them he hit a dude in the head with a hammer? That his brother put Getty in a cremation crate, alive, and then set him on fire? That they then put Splodie in a crate and burned him up too? Hiding the fucking car behind her mama’s house with that big-ass ugly spoiler on it?
