When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.
Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.
(a. & adv.) No, not. See No.
She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.
Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.
This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.
The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.
The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.
She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil.
There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.
I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.
Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.
She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.
You shouldn’t have done that, Dave.
‘There’s no time for right or wrong,’ I said.
I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.
If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.
I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.
People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.
There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.
This place is Hell’s waiting room.
