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Even intimacy from a distance would be welcome, like the gift of an admirer, gentle and unexpected.
Justine bites her lip. It’s brief, but enough to leave it flushed with color. “What if I want too much?” “No woman’s accused me of ever giving her too little.” I pocket my keys, then pop the driver’s side door open. “So why don’t you test that?”
“Because I realized that, for a lot of people, death is in their best interest.”
Stopping the war was never in question. Peace isn’t productive enough. It broke me. Who I am now is what came out the other side.
She could leave and call the police. She could say a thousand things, do a thousand things to jeopardize the cover I’m about to draw over Richard’s life. Or maybe she’ll let this happen, then try to forget I ever existed. I’m a fool—I want more.
“I have a silly question,” I say. Campbell gestures with the book. “The mystery part of this murder is a four out of ten at best, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
