He's not dead, Parker." He clenched his jaw so hard she could see the muscles working in it.

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No, I'm saying it to make myself feel better.

Maybe you've got the patience to work out some complicated, long-term, ironic way to get back at the people who've wronged you, but that's you.

Standing exposed on a rooftop, with no railing and the wind whipping about him, threatening to pull him flailing and screaming to the ground? That held no interest for him.

You think we're going to turn you over to the law?" he said. "Oh, no, we're much more dangerous than that.

She's one you *really* care about, isn't she?"

Eliot shook his head. "How can you read other people so well, and completely misread me?"

Frowning, Sophie asked, "What do you mean?"

Looking right into her eyes, Eliot said, "I care about *all* of them.

You're a lot of horrible things - untehical, sociopathic, evil even - but you're no idiot.