Jazz hadn't given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he'd told her enough that she knew it wasn't hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.
Barry LygaHe moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he's tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend's hair. Ever.
Barry LygaThis is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.
Barry LygaWhat if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?
Barry LygaThey put on fresh gloves and got back to business. Jazz wiped up the blood splatters in the freezer and tossed the tissues in with Howieโs waste. It bothered him that he was leaving evidence behind without some sort of oxygenated bleach, those blood splatters would still show up under Luminol. Of course, the odds of anyone deciding to spray down the morgue freezer and switch on an ultraviolet light were pretty minimal, so itโs not like it was evidence that anyone would ever find or use. Still: Billy Dentโs First Commandment was โThou shalt not leave evidence.
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