“WINSLOW REMINGTON HOUNDSTOOTH was not a hero. There was nothing within him that cried out for justice or fame. He did not wear a white hat—he preferred his grey one, which didn’t show the bloodstains. He could have been a… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“Well, Winslow. There’s only one bed in here.” They turned their head, still smiling, and took in Houndstooth’s rich pink blush. “And last I… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“Don’t worry, Houndstooth. This hippo caper will go off without a hitch.” Houndstooth” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“In my mind, I took what had just happened to my shoulder, and I put it into a box. A box with a tight… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“WINSLOW REMINGTON HOUNDSTOOTH was not a hero. There was nothing within him that cried out for justice or fame. He did not wear a… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“He had cheekbones that sliced right through the thick, golden afternoon sunlight.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“Get used to it, ma’am. We have a saying where I’m from—boys will make you cry, but girls? Girls will make you sweat.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“Have you ever had anything that you feel like you’d die without?” Houndstooth said it so quietly that it sounded like a prayer. “Something… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“Winslow Houndstooth didn’t take the job to be a hero. He took it for the money, and he took it for revenge.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“It’s not a caper,” Houndstooth replied, sounding irritated. “It’s an operation. All aboveboard.” — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
“In the early twentieth century, the Congress of our great nation debated a glorious plan to resolve a meat shortage in America. The idea… — Sarah Gailey Copy Share Image
