Scott Parnell személy
„So what are you going to do?”
„Hank is dead, Scott.” She looked at him straight on, then dried her eyes by running her fingers
under them, and he saw a flash of something in her expression he couldn’t nail down. Assurance?
Confidence? Or maybe, outright confession. „I’m going to celebrate.”
1. fejezet utolsó mondatai
„Him?” I cut in. „Oh. Uh. Well, he’s just some random guy—”
Dante stepped forward, hand extended. "Dante Matterazzi. I’m a new friend of Nora’s. We met
earlier today when our mutual acquaintance, Scott Parnell, introduced us."
Just like that, Vee’s face lit up. „You know Scott?”
„Good friend of mine, actually.”
„Any friend of Scott’s is a friend of mine.”
Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.
I stuck my hand in the air, intending to call out to Scott and flag his attention, when the Barracuda’s passenger door opened and Dante emerged.
„Check it out,” Vee said. „It’s Dante. Do the math. Two of them, and two of us. I knew I’d like running.”
„I’m feeling the sudden urge to keep running,” I muttered.
„What does it look like?”
„It looks like you and Vee came over to see me under the pretense of running.”
I gave his shoulder a congratulatory pat. „Good work, ace.”
„So why are you running away? And why does Vee smell like a perfume factory?”
I walked to Scott, each step heavy, tears hot on my face, my hands hovering uselessly over his rapidly decaying body. I shut my eyes, forcing myself to recall his lopsided grin. Not his vacant eyes. In my mind, I played back his teasing laugh. Not the gurgling, gasping sounds he'd made right before dying. I remembered his warmth in accidental touches and playful jabs, knowing his body was rotting even as I clung to the memory.
– Thankyou, – I choked out, telling myself that somewhere nearby, he could still hear my voice.
– You saved my life. Good-bye, Scott. I'll never forget you, that's my oath to you. Never. – I vowed.
-Igen, Nora, igen! Elmegyek veled az öregdiákok báljába.
Horkantva lenéztem rá.
-Öntelt vagy! Még meg sem kérdeztem.
-Látod, te meg tényleg túl okos.
263. oldal - 264.oldal
– Mi az, Grey, félsz a denevérektől?
– Ne nevezz így! – (…) – Olyan, mint ha fiú lennék. Mint Dorian Gray.
– Dorian kicsoda?
– Mindegy, találj ki valami mást. A sima „Nora” is megteszi, például.
– Okés, gumicukor.
– Visszavonva – fintorogtam. – Maradjunk a Greynél.