The Stranger 2 Quotes

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. In his hand were five driver’s licenses, each with an identical picture of the stranger, each issued from a different state. In the pale moonlight, Mikah read the name on each ID. Carlos Guzman from Utah. Steven Harrison from Washington. Daniel Parker from Nevada. Angelo Guarini from Oregon. Jonathan Myers from Arizona. “What the actual fuck?”  Mikah hissed. His blood ran cold as the man shifted in bed, undoubtedly reacting to the sound of Mikah’s voice. Hurriedly Mikah shoved the IDs back in the wallet and closed it back up, stuffing it quickly back into the pants. There was a dull thump of something hitting the floor as Mikah refolded the garment, something that nearly collided with Mikah’s foot. Back in bed, the stranger’s breath was again even. He was evidently a heavy sleeper. Mikah looked down. At first, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. With shaking hands, Mikah picked it up. A gun. There was a gun in an ankle holster glinting in the darkness. It was like someone has poured a bucket of ice water down Mikah’s spine. Fear made him panic as he looked from the gun back to the resting stranger, and from the stranger to the gun. Oh dear god, he thought. What the hell have I done?”
― Chance Christopher, The Stranger 2

“hey asshole u r missing a good time 2nite! Caleb’s text was time-stamped from an hour and a half ago. u still up? Mikah typed. u aren’t going to believe this shit. THE GUY is asleep in my bed right now. Mikah wasn’t sure that Caleb would still be awake, but it was only a moment before the screen lit up again. OMFG YOU SLUT! the message read. tell me EVERYTHING!!!!!!! not much 2 tell, Mikah typed. this is insane. still don’t even know his name. SCANDALOUS! A few long moments passed before Caleb continued. sry, hot trick @the bar. hard 2 focus. FOCUS! Mikah replied. I need help here. what do I do? Caleb’s response was quicker this time. Idk check his fucking pants for his DL. g2g, about to get some dick. night. xoxo”
― Chance Christopher, The Stranger 2

“Thanks for fucking up again, Pierre.” He held a dish of sliced ostrich tenderloin, gesturing with it like it had personally offended him. “Does that look like medium rare to you? It’s fucking charcoal, that’s what it is. I have shoes made of leather softer than this fucking piece of dead bird…”
― Chance Christopher, The Stranger 2