“If you truly believe Allah redeems, what difference will one more make?”

Aleksandr Tsarnaev glared at Nasrin from the passenger’s seat, gagged with gauze bandages, and bound to the seat. He still appeared woozy from the blow to the head she’d given him. He growled something through the gag, chewing uselessly to try and separate the gauze

More“If you truly believe Allah redeems, what difference will one more make?”

“You’re right. I don’t really give a fuck. I’m here about the girl.”

Of the establishments in which he had stakes, Renoir Karzai most preferred the Cafe Perdu. It was a misnomer, since it had never served coffee, but the atmosphere was almost pleasant by end-of-the-world standards. It occupied a waterfront corner in the Market District, commanding a

More“You’re right. I don’t really give a fuck. I’m here about the girl.”

“I think once we get into the habit of self-styling and pinning extra pieces of metal to our tits, we’re getting into ego territory”

“You’ve got that look.” For a moment Delaware didn’t seem to hear her, so deep was his concentration. Julia Ortiz followed his gaze out to the western horizon, which was now no more than a strip of bright blue, left behind by a dull sunset.

More“I think once we get into the habit of self-styling and pinning extra pieces of metal to our tits, we’re getting into ego territory”