She reaches out and pats his knee. “George, if anything happened to my daughter, and you were involved?” “I said, leave me the fuck—” “Marty won’t be able to save you. No one will be able to save you. She’s my heart.” She squeezes his knee a little harder. “So, pray—on your knees tonight, George—that my heart turns up safe, or I might come back and rip yours right out of your fucking chest.” She stares into his flat eyes until he blinks.
