Julio Bonilla’s Reviews > Firestarter > Status Update

On of Norma’s uncles, a contractor, was up to his eyebrows in debt and shaky business ventures on the Gulf Coast of Texas; this fellow, whose name was Milo Breedlove, had a family of seven to support, and one whisper from the government would send Milo’s whole desperate house of cards tumbling and put them all on the state, common bankrupts.👮🏻‍♀️🚔🃏 👮🏻‍♂️

Shut up, Charlie! They're going to want to kill you now. You understand? No ... No more games. Gloves off.

Burn it down, Charlie.

🥊 Charlie, shut up! They’re going to want to kill you now. You understand? No… No more games. Gloves off. Don’t let them, Charlie. And don’t let them cover it up. Don’t let them say… Just a fire…🔥

Oh, you liar!👧🏼

Cap didn't look like a man engaged in an intrigue. He looked like a man who was profoundly fucked up. That remark about Charlie's father playing golf, for instance. That had come right out of left field.

When she woke up the next morning, her fear, confusion, and desolation had begun their perhaps inevitable change into a bright, hard gem of anger.

The chances of setting up an echo here were extraordinarily high because he had been forced to push the man terribly hard and also go completely against the grain.

But if this guy really was the big cheese, this office would be as dead as a doornail: he would have the place washed regularly for bugs. Of course, he might have his own listening devices, but—

He didn't want to push anyone down here in his quarters, because Big Brother was always watching and listening. He didn't want to push Pynchot anymore, because Pynchot was cracking up—Andy was sure of it.

In high school and in college, Herm Pynchot had been a closet transvestite. He liked to dress up in women's clothes because he thought they made him look ... well, very pretty. His junior year in college, as a member of Delta Tau Delta...