“Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain.”

“It’s not a damn death wish. I just know how much my pain is worth.”

“What part of you is dead, my daughter?”I didn’t know—my sense of humor maybe?”

“But there was something about Nola that negated my bullshit ability.”

“We’re a lot alike that way. You know I never back down from a challenge.” He reached over, brushed my hair back, and tucked it behind my ear. “Not the safest way to go through life.” “Maybe not. But it’s my way.”

“He'd been working for my father and following me around for I didn't know how long. He probably knew a lot of things about me. Probably even knew what kind of underwear I wore. Which begged the question. Was he a boxer or brief kind of guy?”

“I think you’re possessed.” “Old news.” “Huh. Anyone I know?” “My dad. It’s a family issue I’m working on.”