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and also on the inside. What’s on the outside of this one is A BASIC CARD FOR BASIC BITCHES. “Nice,” Kate says. “What’s on the inside? Best wishes from your crazy-as-fuck friend?”
A fourth photo is passed across the desk. Printed inside, once again in caps: HELL AWAITS THE DECEIVER.
Chrissy Stewart is
Chrissy can’t murder all the women who want to regain the right to kill the next generation, but she and her brother
can get the one who makes the most noise, who stands so stridently and shamelessly against God’s law.
Maybe Kate’s dead already. Kate and the bitch she runs with. Maybe my work is done. So thinking, Chrissy drifts off to sleep.
Duffrey’s lawyer. I guess I could look it up—” “No need. His name’s Russell Grinsted,
He says Al Tantleff, the big boss, would have allowed Duffrey to plead down to one count.
Claire Rademacher. She’s—” “The chief cashier at the bank where Duffrey and Tolliver worked.”
Izzy explains about the Mylar comic book bags, which Cary Tolliver took back after Alan Duffrey handled them.
photographs Allen submitted at trial. They purported to be of Duffrey’s fingerprints on the kiddie porn magazines. They were actually photos of Duffrey’s fingerprints on the bags, carefully lit so you can’t see the bags themselves.”
Michael Rafferty—sometimes known as the Rev, sometimes as Big Book Mike—hangs
Why did I ever say that thing about how the person I was mourning died in lockup?
With a prayer to the God of his understanding,
Before he can fire, the Rev collapses to his knees, then falls on his face in the doorway to the kitchen.
Daddy is dead, but his approval still matters. It shouldn’t, but it does.
“Tolliver,” Allen breaks in. “The man who framed him.”
“Cary Tolliver died in Kiner Hospital early this morning,” Tom says. “When it comes to the one he considers guilty, we think you’re the likely target.”
May 22nd. The day after the Des Moines disaster.
Corrie is simultaneously amused and resentful. It crosses her mind that by the end of August, which is how long the tour is supposed to last, she might actually dislike Kate.
“What you hear here, who you see here, when you leave here, let it stay here,” Holly murmurs.
Christine’s twin brother, Christopher, is staying in another fleapit motel, this one in Iowa City.
The only mail he expects is from Andrew Fallowes, the treasurer of Real Christ Holy in Baraboo Junction, Wisconsin.
Chris goes into the bathroom and examines his face in the mirror. Looking haggard, Christopher. Yes. He is.
Chrissy can wear makeup and is quite good-looking. Not a stunner, but she won’t crack any mirrors, either.
Andy Fallowes
has sent them on what’s probably a suicide mission,
Will he go to hell after killing McKay,
encomiums,
Trig goes to a meeting in Treemore Village.
turns into a tavern. The meeting is in the basement of St. Luke’s and the group is called New Horizons.
A mile down Route 29-B is John Glenn State Park.
“Never mind,” he says. “Four down, nine to go. Then the guilty one.”
Izzy’s Lestrade, you’re Sherlock, I’m just a lowly Baker Street Irregular.”
She’s put on some weight since then, but back in the day she couldn’t have gone much more than one-oh-five soaking wet,
“I appreciate your dedication to the job, Holly, but you might be a little too eager to show off your skills.”
There’s going to be one—possibly two—famous women in town the following week, and if there was a way to make them part of the atonement for Alan Duffrey’s death…
“Needs must when the devil drives, I suppose. Shakespeare.” “All’s Well That Ends Well.” Kate laughs. “Not
just a bodyguard, an English major.”
The idea that you can protect those women is ridiculous,
agree
Brugada Syndrome. His seven-year-old sister had died of a heart attack.
There was no horror the first time he went to Mama wearing one of Chrissy’s dresses. No disgust. She simply opened her arms to him. “I’ll be your little girl,” he said against her bosom. “I’ll be
your little boy, too. I can be both.”
“Our secret,” she said, stroking his hair, as fine as Chrissy’s ha...
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She is perfectly aware that Andy Fallowes, possibly along with Pastor Jim, see this divided person as a God-given tool to put an end to the Murder Queen.
Vachel Lindsay’s racist (but crazily addictive) poem “The Congo.”
Later on she will think, Thank God for the chair. If not for that, Kate could have ended up in Ira Davenport Hospital. Or dead.
She hasn’t told him her second deduction, the one that rocked her back on her heels at the RiverCenter. She saves that for Izzy.
“Rafferty’s appointment was with someone named Trig.” Self-doubt won’t be entirely denied. “I think.”
I think Trig is Alan Duffrey’s lawyer. Russell Grinsted.”
