“Nice night.” It was probably the dumbest thing he’d ever said in his life. “Mmmm.” He didn’t know how to talk to her. Not like this. Not on a date. At work, yeah. He could—and did—spend hours in dispatch talking about nothing in particular and everything in general. Didn’t matter if it was a pol...
Hank hadn’t been able to sleep, not even after he got up and went for a run in the middle of the night, battling his way through the freezing night-time air, his lungs heaving with something he hoped would turn to tiredness. He’d come back and gotten into bed, and instead of dropping into sleep, ...
Tox felt three of the needles stab him like tiny little vicious knives. She put one a few inches above his ankle, and he almost came right off the chair. “What are you doing?” “Mmm,” she said. “Have you been craving sugar lately?” All the time. Every day. Morning and night. “Nah, not that much.” ...