“I don’t know if I can believe any of this. It’s just too bizarre.” “What’s bizarre?” Mark says, shrugging. “I mean, we’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, is all.” Jollie smirks. Breakfast Club quotes. Still maintaining his cover, even now. “You’re saying something that’s damn near impossible for me to comprehend,” Jollie says. “You’re saying that everything about you has been some well-concocted forgery—that everything that ever made me love you is bullshit.” “No. That stuff is real.” “How many . . . jobs have you done?” “Seventeen. All drug people. Mostly mid-level dealers, I think. I never know what it will be about or who it might involve. But I’ve been able to make a few educated guesses.” “You killed seventeen people?”
