That’s a sweet piece,” said Jean, briefly forgetting to be aggravated. “You didn’t snatch that off a street.””No,” said Locke, before taking another deep draught of the warm water in the decanter. “I got it from the neck of the governor’s...
A friend is someone who knows where all your bodies are buried. Because they’re the ones who helped you put them there.”And sometimes, if you’re really lucky, they help you dig them back up....