“But even if you do win, what does it change?” “Me getting killed now. That way, I get to be killed later tonight instead.” Susan laughed. There was nothing happy in it. “You don’t deserve a life like this.” I squinted my eyes and made my voice gravelly. “Deserve’s got nothin’—” “So help me God, if you quote Clint Eastwood at me, I’m wrapping this car around a telephone pole.” “Do you feel lucky, punk?”
