“Beckett turned to Mouse again. “This place’s a festering whore’s crotch. Do I own it?”
“This place's a festering whore's crotch. Do I own it?”
“Beckett found himself grateful that Mouse was woman enough to frequent the ridiculous site.”
“Mouse shook his head and locked eyes with Beckett. “He can make fun of my voice all he wants, but if he ever calls you stupid again, I’ll eat his brains for breakfast.”
“I embrace my own festering diseased corruption,”
“Eve took a deep breath. “Mouse didn’t make it.” She stood next to Beckett, looking up at the canopy of dark leaves.“I don’t believe you. Fuck that shit! He’s bulletproof. He’s fucking bulletproof. Let me see him.” Beckett hadn’t moved.”