Harvey wasn't sure how many minutes--hours?--had gone by since Crane left Nadine's apartment. He'd flipped the damn coin more times than he could remember. Now, as he sat on the couch--he let out a little laugh--now he'd turned to a higher authority
(
Read more... )
Comments 34
However, when she processed what she saw in her living room, she stopped, still near the closed door, and stared. Was he...? She managed to find her voice, however quietly the word came out. "Harvey...?"
Reply
She's not yours, Harvey, he was reminded. She never was. You refused that chance.
It didn't make the situation any less disconcerting, though.
Reply
If she looked away and he pulled the trigger, she'd never forgive herself. She had to-- had to do something. But what could she do?
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment