I could kill him out here and bury his body. No one would know. No one would miss him. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed, and his bottom lip wobbled. “That’s the hardest part,” he finally said. “What’s that?” I took the rabbit off the spit and tore a chunk of meat off, popping it into my mouth. “Not the killing. Not me being dead. It’s that no one would miss me. That’s sad, isn’t it, Dante? That no one has ever cared enough about me to miss me?” I swallowed the meat, trying to hide my surprise and discomfort. What the fuck else could he see inside my head?
