“You want your dad to see crime scene photos of you, dead, sitting on that sweet ass of yours with your brains splattered against the wall?” Yikes. My stomach lurched and my legs went weak. “No.” “Then this ends tonight.” I stared at him. “Indy, by God, if you don’t promise me—” “Of course it ends tonight! I just saw a dead body! You can’t think I’m that stupid.” His face said he thought I was that stupid.
biiiiiig OOF
