“You nearly died, Pendergast. You nearly well fucking died, and your first thought when you regained consciousness was not about how close you’d come to certain death, but about an old lover who’d used you for most of your relationship and worry for the people who murdered her? I am sorry that she is dead, and that we were unable to save her. But had I been in your place, I would not have given another thought to the mob responsible for causing her death.”
