When he’s torqued up like that, Hanna thinks, This is what it must be like to be a junkie. That metallic craving under the myelin nerve sheaths within his elbows, like an electrical imperative, like jonesin’ for a fix that will deliver him into 200 percent of himself. In that state, Hanna commits no errors. Decision-making is smooth and instantaneous. It’s music. He’s immaculate. That’s the high and it is what makes Hanna go.
