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'She was standing at the edge of the parking lot with two of her fellow cheerleaders, backpacks over their shoulders like a scene from Beverly Hills: 90210. It was a show when I was this kid’s age and it rocked. Look it up, it might be on Netflix.'

Did a grown man seriously write this in a book about a contract killer? That 90210 'rocked'? Ouch.

'Hayley grabbed a small flashlight from behind one of the cushions and shone its purplish light straight at Katie's chest. Looking down, Katie was shocked to see that the flashlight was picking out the thousands of fingerprints across her bare flesh, showing every spot where she'd been touched during her latest shift.'

‘I’ll take that one,’ Mozart said, nudging Bennett and pointing at her. ‘That’s Jasmine,’ said Bennett. ‘She’s licked every guy’s butt in here.’ ‘She sounds like my kind of girl.’

'Mice live suspended lives, hanging in the spaces where water pipes run, where the wooden joists are dry as thighbones. They grate their teeth against the lead-work and worry in the darkness. They make their houses out of wire and mattress hair and knitted dishcloths, and the tin can roofs are sharp enough to cut a throat.'

'The children of mice learn fear before their eyes open, while they’re still poor little blind things with spaghetti tails. Before a baby mouse has whiskers on its nose, it is afraid, and it digs in tight against the soft hugeness of its mother. For twenty-one nights, each mother holds her mouselings close, whispering to them of death. Then, on the twenty-second, she gives birth again.'