“Why would we hunt down Donnelly? He’s a good person.” Kinney glowers at him. “You’ve been absent for half the conversation. So don’t come in here thinking you know what’s going on.” “Jesus, Kinney. I’m just trying to understand.” “And I’m just trying to protect Luna!” She throws up her hands. “What are you all doing?! Dad is with me at least. Dad.” She turns to him again. “Shelve the pitchforks, Kinney,” he says gently and more quietly than softly, but then again, my dad’s voice is almost never soft. “Not pitchforks. A sharpened knife.”
