It's not that I don't know that it's a bad idea. It's that, lately, bad ideas have a particular hold over me.

He was as honest as any criminal can hope to be.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.

Allow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams – will be sweeter than another’s cries of love.

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage." Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.

He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.