He put the glass down on the scarred tabletop and blew out a thin stream of smoke. It was a practiced move meant to impress. It didn’t.“Sure, I like to kill. Love it actually,” he said. “Who doesn’t?”“Not everyone has had the pleasure,” I said. “If you could call it that.”“True. I should say, ‘Wh...
But I think the original was quite hard-boiled, too. Aren’t all fairy tales? “Get in there and fess up, you little hoodlums.” Vanessa shoved Henry and Gina toward the door of the Gingerbread House. “And quit sniveling, Gina. I know you’re faking.” Gina leveled a cold laser stare at her stepmother...