More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness. —JOSEPH CONRAD
“Fucking terrorist. Hear what he hollered when he came at us? Some Islam shit,” Roger said. He was breathing hard, like a bull. Titus spun on his heel and stepped inside Roger’s personal space.
“We don’t know anything about anything yet. We don’t know why he did it or if he even did it. Maybe he has an accomplice. Maybe Mr. Spearman shot himself and Latrell just picked up that rifle. Maybe we are dealing with terrorists. Maybe we are dealing with someone with a mental health issue who should never have had access to a rifle that can take down an elk. We don’t know shit. So, what we’re gonna do is secure the goddamn scene. Now go. I’m not gonna tell y’all again,” Titus said.
Calvin moaned. “Aw, fuck. Fuck you, Titus.”
Scott chuckled ruefully. “Showing off that fancy college degree, huh, Titus? You know I couldn’t get into UVA. Too many quotas had to be filled.”
“Terrible people can do good things sometimes. But they like doing the terrible things more. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Titus said.
“You was trying to make me walk funny last night, huh? Call me later, Smokey,” Darlene had whispered in his ear with a laugh before she left.
“We’ll sweep it, Titus, but I gotta be honest. I can’t believe Jeff Spearman could hurt a fly,” Warren said.
Bro dont say it again
“God didn’t save them. He let them die screaming in the dark,” Titus said.
“This is Titus talking now, not the sheriff. You ever say anything about Helen Crown again, you gonna wake up with your teeth down your throat. You feel me?” Titus said. He stepped back and replaced his sunglasses and his badge.
