More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Not your babe,” Gretchen gritted out as she sat up, her feet sinking into the plush carpet. “Don’t panic. I don’t remember your name, either.”
“You think you know me,” Gretchen whispered, white creeping in at the edges of her vision. “You think you’ve clipped my claws, little Bambi. But don’t forget what I am.”
“Make your point or leave,” Gretchen said. “But you have until I finish this”—she gestured with the mug—“before I toss you out the window.”
In the darkness, though, Gretchen knew what she was capable of.
Sociopaths could have friends, as Gretchen had informed Marconi many times. They needed people in their lives who knew exactly what they were and didn’t ask for anything more.
“I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your life spinning out of control.” “Please,” Gretchen purred, amused now. “You haven’t seen me out of control yet.”
A corner of Marconi’s lips twitched. “My hero.”
“Did she kill him?” Marconi asked, her slightly raised brows the only noticeable hint of surprise. “Of course not,” Gretchen said with an exaggerated wink,
I wanted to kill her before I even understood what killing was.
Gretchen sighed. “I guess it’s time to visit dear ole Daddy.”
Still, curiosity was a beast she could only sometimes ignore.
“We’ll make a proper sociopath out of you yet.”
Gretchen laughed off and on for the ten minutes it took to drive to Shaughnessy’s apartment. She parked in the shadows, dug for the knife she’d used to slash the man’s tire earlier in the day, and stroked the blade with the tip of one finger as the darkness fell around her.
Gretchen sighed and pulled into traffic. “You’re paying my bail.”
“If you’re trying to butter me up with compliments, keep going, it’s working.”
Gretchen chased oblivion because that was what she loved best. She lived her life staving off the need to sink into it, but really all she’d had to do was let go.
She wasn’t thinking so much as just being. Breathing in, breathing out. Surviving.
Be a good man. That’s the most important thing. More important than being a good cop. You have to first be a good man.
Tabby thought about truth and the ways that you could tell stories that were real but were also lies.
