I found myself just holding on to her back. I was remembering different things about us. Feeling so bad inside; wanting all the feeling to stop. I knew that she was a psychopath, just like Gary. No conscience. I believed that business, the government, Wall Street were filled with people like that. No regret for their actions. Not unless they got caught. Then the crocodile tears started.
There are two types of villains. There’s the kind you know committed the crimes in the story—like Gary Soneji--but you can’t help but want to get inside that head. And then there’s the kind who seem sympathetic—like Jezzie Flanagan—right up until the moment the evil deeds are revealed. Some stories, like this one, are lucky enough to have both.
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