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“How do you know if you are going to die?” I begged my mother. We had been traveling for days. With strange confidence she answered, “When you can no longer make a fist.”
The guy cocks his head and smiles. “You do look so much like her.”
Bro ham abduction by page two gatdamnn!
A few short months after this pastoral scene, Simon will lead Marlowe to a small clearing at the edge of the woods outside town and open up his innards to the air.…
Was marlow his first victim?
You have to examine if you’re knitting back together or if you’re simply growing defensive armor over the wound.” “The result is the same, though, right?
Kristin puts her hand on Bell’s arm when she speaks to him, and Emma feels it like a hard punch in the solar plexus.
“I’m not employed by the FBI, I should say. But I contacted Travis
First names??
Emma knows that’s a block in her, a natural revulsion. She has to fight it. Simon Gutmunsson is a serial murderer, and Kristin is not. Kristin is eccentric, but she is not her twin.
Kristin is now a girl who’s been alone for too long. And in Emma’s experience, the Gutmunsson twins react poorly to isolation.
the rest of her fingers tipped in pink.… Pink nails—did they all have pink nails?
Soft feelings have no place in Quantico. Theirs is a professional relationship, nothing more.
“You’ll be fine,” Bell yells back. “Hold on to your skirts. Lewis, have you flown before?”
We’re also cooperating with the colleges to warn young women to attend to their safety.” Kristin looks around Bell to catch Emma’s eye. They both know what this means for women. “Attending to your safety” is code for not wearing short skirts, or drinking in bars, or having any kind of life.
“Emma, you can’t win all these battles.” He keeps his voice low as he pours his own. “Let me talk to the chief about it some more.” “Why? Because you’re a guy, and you can convince him in a manly way?” Her tone has tipped over from sharp to caustic.
“I think, apart from Kristin, I’m the only female in this room, and I’m the only one who noticed the nail polish.” Emma’s voice is dry.
That was very brave of her, to go up there and speak. I could never do that in a million years, goodness. I would lift right off my feet and float away.”
“People only listen when women expose their pain, I suppose. Why do you think it’s like that?”
In normal life, Simon would be considered strikingly attractive. But his beauty is a razor; Emma knows it is a type of lure, like the filament of an anglerfish, that draws the hapless prey closer. The last time she saw him, he was ripping chunks off a man’s face with his teeth.
“Every woman lives in a constant state of battle-readiness.”
“Didn’t you learn anything from Hoyt? If you want to find the hunter, follow the prey.”
“He’s searching for Emma.”
of the killer seeking her out, gives Travis a sensation like heartburn. He tries to remind himself it’s just anger.
Emma gives Kristin her other hand, because she’s right, they’re still girls. But she isn’t sure what that signifies anymore, except that girls are the ones who always end up victimized, abused, tortured, dead. What the advantage of manicured nails might be in those circumstances, she really can’t imagine.
She thinks of the necessity of it with Snakeskin Guy—the irony that she has to claim connection with one man to avoid another.
Kristin twists the rod to open the window blinds. “He left one of your gloves at the scene.”
But Emma knows the truth: For Carter and the police, this is a horrifying fuck up. For her, it’s a body blow. Another girl. How could they have let this happen? How? And what more could she have done to
can’t say I’m terribly impressed with the way the search was carried out last night—there was nobody covering the elevators at all.”
Why woukd you not have someone there?
“Mr. Bell is saying that we suspect they were sent elsewhere. To someone else.” Carter’s expression is very grave. “During the inquiry, it was established that Huxton was part of a circle of collectors.…”
Damn a crew? Fuck
Audrey was admitted to hospital on Wednesday. She had a—” “What?” Emma presses her hand against the tabletop, can’t feel it. “—some kind of episode while she was out grocery shopping. The doctors found cardiac arrythmia, so they admitted her.
...vey suspicious timing
She goes very still. “Simon’s getting out of Byberry.” “They’re gonna keep him at Allegheny County Jail.” “That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard.” Travis just looks at her. “Do you want to tell Kristin that?”
“My men, these guards—they’re all highly trained professionals.”
Swat left open elevators during a raid theyre not professionals!
Atop the raised section, like some kind of satanic god worshipped by deranged heretics, Simon Gutmunsson sits strapped to a wheelchair.
This is dumb. This is not a net good. This is a horrific mistake. Simon Gutmunsson is in Pittsburgh, and anything could happen.
he claimed the videotape deliveries as a fucking tax deduction.”
He is the worst of tgve worst
“I never complied. I never consented.”
“He’s known about it all this time.”
Hes known about her for 620 pages how fucking dare he.
“I just can’t reconcile it. How a guy with those kinds of… predilections…” He rolls the term in his mouth; such a courteous-sounding word for the urge to enjoy the rape and torture of women. “I didn’t know a guy like that could have such a smooth facade.”
“Monsters don’t always look like something from a horror movie. Mostly, they just look like… normal guys.”
She has prepared well for this moment. “So.” Simon’s eyes open, languid. “It’s time for us to begin.”
Gid damnit kristin! I knew there were too many pages left
Why, Travis thinks, why why why would anyone find any pleasure in seeing women hurt, when it’s a billion times more pleasurable to see them happy? He doesn’t have the answer to that question.
“I think this isn’t a warehouse.”
Oh fuck. They just showed up at the house...
“I want you to see that you can trust me. That I’m on your side. That I choose you. Emma, I would choose you over an FBI order every time.”
While this is sweet this is NOT thr time
Kristin struggles with stars in her vision. Her god is a more efficient killing machine than she could ever have imagined.
long. The moment I saw you on-screen, I knew you were the one.”
“The one what?” Emma’s voice is flat. “The one.” Kirke’s glasses flash. “The only one. My one and only.”
“Your mother told you to kidnap girls so you could rape and murder them?” Kirke makes an expression of distaste. “Don’t be vulgar. Good girls aren’t vulgar.” Aren’t they? Emma’s fingers itch for a trigger.
There’s a seemingly bottomless reserve of these grasping, hungry men. These pathetic, selfish men, who feel entitled to take what they want with no regard for anyone else, and without consequences.
But now she thinks maybe she has survived out of pure spite. Because fuck Huxton. Fuck him. He doesn’t get to dictate to her from the fucking grave.
“Let me introduce you to my new friend, Peter.”
It goes through Travis like a sword, and emerges, bloody, high on his torso,
And my god, what he feels for this girl. His torn heart leaps inside his broken chest,
