Chapter 61
- I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, the sickness swimming around my belly, and the beer, and the spirits, and the fizz didn’t matter; my head was stone-cold sober and plunging into the pits of despair.
- He was right. Of course he was. My family would be finding out about this. They had to.
- And so would his. So would Lucian Morelli’s.