World of Trouble (The Last Policeman Book, #3)

by Ben H. Winters

I keep my hands at my sides, where she can see them, keep my expression neutral, soft as cake.

Possible futures surface like fish from deep water;

I was right, all along, in my pedantic obnoxious small-minded insistence that the truth was true—

And then I roll out, just after midnight on October 3, with that one particular memory, of me and Naomi at Mr. Chow’s, threaded through my ribs like a red ribbon.