“I don’t really know what to say to you right now to make you feel better,” she said. “All my ideas are scary.” I snorted. “I’m serious. I’m a wartime consigliere. All I have for you are detailed revenge plots and alibis. But I’m telling you right now, if we kill Neil, you’re the one digging the hole. I’ll lie for you in court, I’ll help you move the body, but I did not put myself through med school to dig.”
