Chapter 112

• Some monsters come with fangs. Then there are others smile at you through the face of a child. And Jenkins was about to see a good example of the latter
• “Take a look at that,” Alexander said, tilting his head slightly towards the table. His eyes didn’t move in an obvious manner, just enough for Jenkins to follow the gesture.
• Jenkins looked down, setting his eyes on a half-tucked photograph laying under the salt shaker, like someone had tried to hide it without trying too hard.