But it wouldn't explode in a shower of glass and plaster. The look on his face was frightening, feral somehow, as if he'd let down his mask enough to show some of the madness inside. I also thought that they could have tried harder to get him off of me, but didn't say it out loud. I knew in that instant that he'd been the adult in more ways than just shooting his father's killer.
Men who lied about who and what they were. I drew the knife from between my knees right-handed. I turned, feeling the rush of air as the blade passed. Ramirez had pulled in beside me, and he and the uniform, Officer Rigby, walked over to us.
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