The Trouble with Trying to Date a Murderer (Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees #1)

by Jennifer Cody

He doesn’t ritually kill people. They attacked him first before he justifiably defended himself with extreme prejudice.

My man gets within a few yards of the dude holding the gun and moves. In microseconds, the gun clatters to the ground behind the Santanos guy and then Fox makes him look at his own ass. Too bad his body can’t keep up. The sound of bones breaking is loud even from where I am on the sidewalk.

“I’m Annette. You work for Fox. Fox works for me. I work for a council of pricks with sticks shoved so far up their asses that I’m sure all their food tastes like wood and shit. The pricks in question keep the universe from imploding, so we put up with them. Any questions? Fox isn’t the best communicator.”

Sex is fun, but it’s not the most glorious thing to watch unless you’re viewing porn, and that’s a production, not—whatever the hell is going on here.

Have you seen pictures of Nova Scotia? I haven’t, but now I don’t have to look them up. It’s gorgeously green here, the ocean crashes against the cliffs a hundred feet in front of us, and beyond that, the blue-gray water goes on forever, making me feel small and insignificant in a good way. Sometimes it’s good to remember that you’re just a tiny part of the universe as a whole. A blip. It makes what you do now that much more important.