Craig Schaefer Quote

I could see the smudge of a pistol in his reflection’s grip, aimed right at my back. I’m pretty good at reading people, I said calmly, not turning around. Figuring out their motivations. What makes them tick. He didn’t say anything. I could almost hear him breathe. You’re thinking, right about now, I said, that I’m the straw that’s breaking the camel’s back. That if you took me out of the picture, your life would be a whole lot simpler and safer. I don’t blame you for that. If I was in your shoes, I’d feel the same way. But I’m going to ask you a question, Gary. Just one question. Still no reply. I imagined his finger curling around the trigger, a gentle squeeze from doomsday. Gary, you know my name. And you’ve read Harmony’s file on me. The crime scene reports. The speculation and the rumors. You’ve seen the pictures of the bodies. Or what’s left of them. Do you believe what’s in that file, Gary? His voice was almost too soft to hear. I do, he whispered. You’re a fucking monster. Good. Then I want to ask you another question. You’ll get one shot, Gary, just one shot…so what do you think will happen if it doesn’t kill me? His reflection’s arm wavered, then dropped limply to his side. I let myself out.

Craig Schaefer

I could see the smudge of a pistol in his reflection’s grip, aimed right at my back. I’m pretty good at reading people, I said calmly, not turning around. Figuring out their motivations. What makes them tick. He didn’t say anything. I could almost hear him breathe. You’re thinking, right about now, I said, that I’m the straw that’s breaking the camel’s back. That if you took me out of the picture, your life would be a whole lot simpler and safer. I don’t blame you for that. If I was in your shoes, I’d feel the same way. But I’m going to ask you a question, Gary. Just one question. Still no reply. I imagined his finger curling around the trigger, a gentle squeeze from doomsday. Gary, you know my name. And you’ve read Harmony’s file on me. The crime scene reports. The speculation and the rumors. You’ve seen the pictures of the bodies. Or what’s left of them. Do you believe what’s in that file, Gary? His voice was almost too soft to hear. I do, he whispered. You’re a fucking monster. Good. Then I want to ask you another question. You’ll get one shot, Gary, just one shot…so what do you think will happen if it doesn’t kill me? His reflection’s arm wavered, then dropped limply to his side. I let myself out.

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