Chapter 891

• "We can do this 'answering a question with a question' thing all night long, except I have to be at work at six a.m. so how about you tell me what you really want to know and tell me why you look like – screw that – are my MOTHER's clone," I sighed.
• "Tell me about your genetic heritage," O'Shea demanded. She was that kind of authoritative prick – actual penis not required.
• "I apologize. I don't seem to have a handle your native vocabulary and your English-as-a-Second Language skills suck," I sneered. "I should go home now."