“I assumed anything I could say now would be particularly redundant to what you’re already thinking. Like do you know what Tate is going to do to you if we don’t find that body?” “Something that involves dental identification of my own?” “So you do know. Thank God.” He tossed back another handful of nuts. “I hate being the bearer of bad news.” “That must make family notifications very painful for you,” I said dryly.
