Sublime

“Money’s never a problem, not if you’ve got half a brain.” “No?” “Money? Course not. Identify a demand, handle its supply, make your customers grateful, kill off the opposition.”

The girl in the mirror’s a woman, with her cropped black hair, her Quadrophenia T-shirt, her black jeans.

“Here’s to friends who know when to bully us”—the

All the strength drains from my legs and arms, like I’m a puppet with its strings cut, pushed into the corner.

If Dean could click his fingers and erase Bruce Fletcher’s existence, no questions asked, no murder investigation, he wouldn’t hesitate. In fact, he clicked his fingers now, just on the off chance it would work.