Goddamn it. Things were going so well.
You know how with every thriller you say to yourself, “Well, it can’t be so and so because that would be too obvious and boring,” and you hope and pray to whatever deity/celebrity you worship that it won’t be that so and so?
Well, in this book, it’s that so and so.
I was having so much fun! Now I have to pretend to care for the next 37%. FUCK!