Last Call - a Thriller (Jacqueline "jack" Daniels Mysteries book 10)
“The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, known as the DSM-V, catalogued all of them according to type and severity.
The correct medical term for Luther Kite’s disability was in-fucking-sane.
I gazed hard into the monster’s eyes and said, “Yes, Luther. The sky machines told me.”
He flinched like I’d smacked him. I ran with it.
“They’ve been whispering to me, Luther. They know all about you, and sent me here to help.”
“How?” he whispered.
“I can turn the machines off.”
“She’s fucking with your head, K. She came here with her friends to kill you. To kill us.”
He brought his face close enough to mine that I could smell his breath. It stank, strangely, of rotten lemons.
“Did you come here to kill us, Jack Daniels?”
I refused to blink.
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