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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 12, 2014
"What's your name, Lucky Charms?" Morales asked.
"Sean Patrick Finnegan-O'Lachlan."
I blinked. "That's a mouthful."
"Aye, lass." He motioned toward his crotch. "I'll give ye a mouthful."







It’s not that I enjoyed the smell of death, but the ability to handle a rotting corpse was somewhat of a mark of honor among the BPD. Only rookies and pussies wore masks, and God help you if you yakked.
Her smug look made me want to punch that makeup off her face. She thought she’d somehow discovered a weakness. She was wrong, though. Weakness came from shame, and I was not ashamed of my mom or my past. And maybe if I kept repeating that over and over in my head, I’d finally believe it.
Mean, I could handle, but mean and stupid was a lethal combination.