Her words settled heavily between them, a darker darkness where the lamplight could not reach.
“David knew about Varriker?” Glass asked. She nodded. “When did you tell him?”
“Long ago. I shouldn’t have, I suppose. I thought he had the right to know.”
“So the bullet through Dylan Riley’s eye was a memorial to his father, yes?”
“He’s
damaged
, John!”
“And we all did that, too, is that what you’re saying?” He looked out at the garish night. “Well, at least now I know,” he said, “who the patsy in the room is.”
“What?”
“Nothing. Just something someone said to me, once.”
She stood up, very slowly, like a person in pain. “I’m going now,” she said. “You have to decide what to do. You have your”—she laughed shortly—“your ‘story.’” She looked at him with compassion, almost. “It’s up to you, John,” she said. “I’m sorry, but it’s up to you.”
Christine Falls
The Silver Swan
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