There's about a hundred things I wanna ask, starting with for how fuckin' long?, but its not a question either of 'em can answer, and it wouldn't do a damn thing but make shit worse.

From what I've heard about this place, safe just doesn't happen. But I'm not worried 'bout that. I'm worried 'bout the looks on their faces. The panic I hear in their voices. I'm worried about the fact that the girls aren't here, and I don't wanna think about all the things that might now be lost.

I lean forward into the front seat, my elbow resting on the back of Mike's chair, and say, "Don't suppose the fuckin' radio works, huh?"