Patrick checked his pocket watch, “Don’t fret, Teddy. If I blew up your daddy, I’d almost certainly be blowin’ up my own in the process. I intend no such thing.”
“Seems like a wasted opportunity, Pat,” Scottie said. “Do you know for certain that the prisoners are bein’ held in the House?”
“No.” Tess interceded now. “He doesn’t.” There was so much strain in her voice, it was a wonder she hadn’t screamed it. “He isn’t even sure the prisoners are still alive.”
Patrick looked at his mother with barely suppressed irritation.
I couldn’t tell how Tess Colson felt about the prospect of her husband’s death. There was no hint at acceptance or despair. There was only festering anger. I could practically see it sprinting across her skin.
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