“It’s pathetic,” she repeated, slightly thick with blood. “I turn up the volume. I put on a show. You feel bad. You make it so easy. I got more hot and bothered digging all night.” “You dug,” wheezed Gideon, rather muffled with grit and dust, “all night.” “Of course. This floor’s hard as hell, and there’s a lot to cover.” “You insane creep,” said Gideon.
