Zoey Is Too Drunk for This Dystopia (Zoey Ashe #3)

by Jason Pargin

“I don’t think this is the work of a serial killer. In fact, I don’t think the girls are dead. Or at least, not this way.” “We just saw a butchered corpse, Will. Splashed all over the skyline.” “No, we didn’t. We saw a video, broadcast to the public. Which means we only saw what someone wanted us to see.” “I don’t understand.” “Neither do I. But I will. Budd, has Violet’s corpse turned up?” “Not yet.” Zoey studied her hand, which was smeared with the blood she’d wiped from her face. Her cream sweater was soaked at the shoulders. She wondered where they’d gotten it from. Was it cows’ blood? Pigs’? “I think I did wind up threatening him a little bit. Damon, I mean, I think it’s reasonable to say that he did, in fact, successfully bait me. He did his bit about how sex work is ruining society, I gave him the line about how we’re just giving the market what it wants but things kind of went downhill from there. I’m not sure how well I came off. He popped out of the water with no clothes on, did you see that? I’m trying to imagine if I pulled something like that, what people would say.” Staring at the passing traffic, Will said, “You think the stuff about the market is just a ‘line’?” “It definitely didn’t sound as convincing hearing myself saying it as when you say it to me. I mean, yeah, how much choice do these women really have? Do you ever sit down and think about that?” Will shrugged. “You can think about it all you want, you can sit around and pontificate about why gravity...