Oh. Dane. That’s his name, right?” she asked. “He took our phones and put the shackles on us, but said we could use the phone on the table. I’m not sure if it’s some kind...

Wow,” Jake said, his face going blank. “Assface. Is that a technical term? Maybe some kind of psychiatric diagnosis I’m not familiar with?

At first I’d tried subtlety, but as it happened, Dane’s mind – as fierce and strong and powerful as he was – had about the level of subtlety as a locomotive that went off the...