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People were much easier to deal with when they were dead.
no longer in the mood to draw things out.
Michael could feel Reb itching to jump out of his seat, to launch himself onto the table and start kicking glasses into the walls, but he didn’t understand why.
That’s when he lost his breath. The way the mirrors were angled, the three of them only cast a reflection of two. There was only Lauralynn and Michael, the two of them clinging to each other like castaways with no hope of rescue. Ray twisted where he stood, startled as he took in each reflection, which seemed to trail off into infinity. Somehow, by some weird trick of angles and light, the fun house had erased him. His big sister held his replacement tightly in her arms.
abandoning their post would put them behind schedule, and being behind schedule put Misty Dawn at risk.
Michael didn’t know. Reb had never called Wade by anything but his first name. He wasn’t sure he had ever heard Ray or Misty call Wade Dad at all.
The rubber band barely held back an unnatural reddish-blond.
Reb gave Michael a subtle nod, then turned back to the girl beside him, leaning into Lucy like a vampire, ready to bite.
photos only featured a dark-haired girl.
Alice!
Because the keys to the Olds were still in his pocket. They were still in his fucking pocket as Alice’s fingers drifted across the handle of the Delta’s driver-side door.
