Undone (Will Trent, #3)

by Karin Slaughter

He was also worried it would piss off the rat.

dak when he’s about to say some dumb shit

The truth was that Faith had been irritable and distracted lately. He had worked with her long enough to know her moods. For the most part, she was pretty even-keeled. Once every month, always around the same time, she carried her purse with her for a few days. Her tone would get snippy and she’d tend to favor radio stations that played women singing along to acoustic guitars. Will knew to just apologize a lot for everything he said until she stopped carrying her bag. Not that he would share this with Amanda, but he had to admit that lately, every day with Faith seemed like a purse day.

Will was an attractive man, arguably handsome, but he was about as self-aware as a snail.

“What about the detective who was just in here—the stinky one? Was the man as tall as him?”

Amanda was probably at home draining the blood from the insects that had gotten caught in her web.

“Let’s stay away from good cop/bad cop for a while.” “Yeah, stupid cop/bitchy cop works a lot better for us.”

“She’s a cold-blooded bitch.” “I’m surprised I haven’t fallen in love with her.”