“Loop, you shot him in the head... Fuck yeah he dead.”

“Oh, yeah. He's dead, a voice inside her head confirmed. "No way!" Brianna backed away from him, looking around the room in panic. Yeah, you're right. That lack of pulse probably means something else.”

“I’m a total freak!”“Yeah.” Harrison grinned as he thread his fingers through her belt loops and pulled her towards him. “But you’re my freak.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was shot?” he finally asked with a mischievous glint in his black eyes. Cameron stared at him. “Shot? Like, shot? By a gun?” Julian tilted his head and nodded. “It’s hard to be shot with a knife.”

“And I know Blake had a bunch of fucking problems going on the night he was shot. But Mouse here made sure the hired guns were dead before they could hurt him. I don’t know if I get to call him a hero, if that’s allowed, because I’m a bad man, and he was my friend. But he was a hero to me.”

“You could just run over him," I said. "He's already dead, and it's not like you haven't done it before.""Yeah, but I don't want bloody bits of dwarf stuck on my wheels for the next two weeks." Finn sniffed. "This is an Aston Martin, Gin. You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Martin.""Tell that to James Bond."Finn shot me a dirty look as he pulled out onto the street.”