She imagined him reaching across the little table in the airless room she now shared with him, those hands around her neck, how small her own hands would feel, gripping his meaty wrists while the life drained out of her. She imagined Pyke bursting through the shut door, freeing her with one swipe of his deadly beak, and then the two of them flying off . . . somewhere. Somehow. But she was here to save Pyke, not the other way around. And Inspector Brady was staying on his side of the table, scratching his biceps stuffed into the rumpled gray suit that looked as though he’d been wearing it since early in the week. “I just want to be clear with you that you have waived your right to have a lawyer present, or a parent, for that matter. And if you do so agree, then please sign here to that effect.” He pushed across a single sheet of paper filled with writing. Shiels felt like she was signing away permission for doctors to take whatever organ they thought necessary. But she was doing this to save Pyke.
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