“So, you’re saying if I murder you, you’ll fling knives out of kitchen drawers.” I cross my arms. “You’re acting like that wouldn’t be terrifying. You could lose a toe, Luther. Do you have any idea how much you need your toes for balance? You’d have to go to physical therapy.” Luther shakes his head. “The way your brain works…” “Pretty amazing, I know.” He turns his head to look at me. “You are pretty amazing.”
