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Connor just . . . reads. Is that normal?” “More or less,”
“Officer Turner, was calling me by a dead name a power play, or just a mistake?”
I shrug. Don’t answer. Stupidity isn’t a crime.
“Respectfully, ma’am, if you knew how he thought, you’d have known what was swinging in your own goddamn garage.”
“Fuck off with your mind games, Melvin. You’re not there. If you were, you’d be knocking on the door.” I bolt to my feet, because at that very moment, there’s a knock. Brisk. Three taps on the main entrance.
It isn’t fair, or right, but it’s dreadfully human, the way we tear each other apart.
shaking him like I want to shake the idiot out of him.
another. Absalom has made me into the worst kind of enemy: one with nothing to lose, and nothing left to fear.
“If I’m already dead to the people I love, I might as well die for them.” It’s bleak, and it makes perfect sense to me. I think that for the first time Sam Cade really pities me now, as if I’m broken. But I’m not. I’m forged hard out of pieces, like a bar of solid steel. There’s nothing soft left. I’m too broken to be broken anymore.
“I don’t like using her as bait, but either she’s the bravest goddamn woman I ever met or she’s a psychopath, and either way it’s the best move we can make.
And maybe, if he’s burning in hell, that will hurt him worst of all.
