Chapter 75

• "Tucker." Flinn turned to him, face blazing, a storm raging behind his eyes.
• The fear crawled down the back of my neck. He was going to kill Tucker, not in a figure-of-speech kind of way. In fact, literally. In a how-do-we-get-rid-of-the-body sort of way.
• "You'd better get out right this minute, before I rip out your intestines and wrap them around your neck until I cut off your oxygen supply," Flinn said slowly, calmly, deliberately, which somehow made it all so much worse.