“You found Paxton,” Cope says and I get a little chill down my spine. Those are some of the first words Ransom ever said to me, back in Phoenix. I have to hold back a small smile. “Yes, I did,” I say as Pax throws back the handful of pills and downs the glass of water. “Sitting in the pub, drinking himself into a stupor.” “Yeah, well, once you meet the Blackwells, you'll understand—and then maybe I won't have to get drunk all by my fuckin' lonesome.” “You're the one that snuck out without telling anyone, sweetheart,” Ransom says, his voice warm molasses over pancakes.
