“Mr. Dresden,” Parker growled. He eyed me up and down. “What exactly makes you think you can stop me from killing you?” I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children. “Oh, I don’t know,” I chuckled. “Maybe because the second you step out of line, I’m going to wreck you a whole hell of a lot worse than that truck. And because in just a couple of minutes, the police are going to be arriving to sort you out.”
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Jim Butcher,
Fool Moon