Running With Scissors
BISHOP
“I’ve never been a fan of jewelry.”
“Why? You don’t think it looks good on me?”
“It looks good on you,” I say. I rotate my wrist, feeling the weight of the metal handcuff. I touch its surface. “It just doesn’t look good on me.”
“You’ll get used to it,” Dani declares from the front seat on the driver’s side. “You’ve slapped a pair of ‘pretty bracelets’ on me. I thought it only right that I return the favor.”
“And so you have…” I stare at the back of her reddish blonde hair. “What are you going to do with me, Dani?”
I can see her fist tighten from four feet away. The knuckles turn white as she grips the steering wheel… and the rain outside starts to pour. “I’m going to do what I should have done a long time ago, Bishop… I’m going to get some f*****g answe
