A.J. Carter

“now!’ Robert actually relaxes, like the threat left as soon as the knife did. His body sags with relief, and then he tastes the blood from his lip. Giving a half-smirk, he stares over at James, then finally settles his gaze on me. ‘Why do you want to know so badly?’ ‘She’s my daughter. What do you expect?’ ‘And if I tell you where she is, you’ll just let her go?’ ‘Not a chance in hell.’ Robert moves his tongue around in his mouth, making odd shapes with his tongue as he mulls it over. All the while, I can only think about”
― A.J. Carter, The Perfect Stranger