Jan 16, 2023
Phillip stopped drinking and gave Ransom a look. “The knife was a stage prop? Out of all the knives in that horrendously-dangerous art piece, you picked up a stage knife? What—were you hoping to accomplish by killing her? An actual murder charge?”
Everyone was a critic. Even, it would seem, grown men with white powder coating the front of their sweaters. Absolutely insane. "You've got. Flour." He motions down Phillip's chest, using his other hand to swipe up the glass of his own and take a sip, "...And what are you a cop? I don't know. I was in pretty deep, and I was just going all in. If I was going down, she was too."
