Liars Like Us (Morally Gray, #1)

by J.T. Geissinger

“My father has a stale crouton for a brain.”

“Callum. I’m serious. I don’t want fruit stored in my vadge. It’s not Tupperware.”

“Well, whoopdie-fucking-do for me! I won the psychopath lottery!”

I stare at him. “I thought you were supposed to be deaf?” He blinks, squints at me, and raises a hand to cup one ear. “Eh?”

“Callum doesn’t kill people. He’s on the administrative side of things. And murderer sounds a bit judgmental, don’t you think?” “No, I don’t think. When you kill people, you’re a murderer. Like, by default.”