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I twisted on the chair’s padded arm to face Glenn. “We can’t leave yet. We didn’t get a single name.”
“And you think he can give us names?” Glenn shook his head, dumbfounded. “Have you been listening to the man? He’s a goddamned mess.”
I nodded, working myself up to saying something that would show just what a selfish, single-minded asshole I could be. For the right reason. At least, I told myself it was the right reason. And what else could I do? Turtle was broken too badly for anyone to fix. But maybe I could help bring down the people who’d broken him.
“What?” Glenn demanded.
I closed my eyes briefly (yes, I am this person) before asking, “What do you think he’s doing back there?”
Glenn stared at me like I was an i***t. “Well, he’s sure as hell not taking a dump.”
I held his g
