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“Let me tell you something. Terry talked to your old man the night Sylvia died. What about? What did you old man say to him? ' Just run on down to Mexico and shoot yourself, old boy. Let's keep this in the family. I know my daughter is a tramp and that any one of a dozen drunken bastards might have blown his top and pushed her pretty face down her throat for her. But that's incidental, old boy. The guy will be sorry when he sobers up. You've had it soft and now is the time you pay back. What we want is to keep the fair Potter name as sweet as mountain lilac. She married you because she needed a front. She needs it worse than ever now she's dead. And you're it. If you can get lost and stay lost, fine. But if you get found, you check out. See you in the morgue.'”

“Do you really think,” the woman in black asked with dry ice in her voice, “that my father talks like that?”


BREAKING NEWS: I still love Raymond Chandler.

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a_phoenixdragon
Apr. 11th, 2016 07:45 pm (UTC)
Love this excerpt! :D
evelyn_b
Apr. 17th, 2016 02:23 am (UTC)
Every page of this book is a poem about how goddamn baffling everything is. I love it a lot.
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