I choose to belong to the Reign of Terror Motorcycle Club. I choose to work for the security company associated with them. I also choose to do this while still in high school.
All of this boils down to once choice in particular — whether or not to believe my father’s version of a lie or the town’s. I chose my father’s lie. I chose the brotherhood of the club.
This will just be a general review, I decided to just read and enjoy the book opposed to keep tracking of each story and their ratings. That keeping track just distracts from reading, and I also don’t always have stuff ready to write down the rating + short description.
‘Brigadier Gaston Mabille,’ said the policeman. He looked tired, and clearly in complete disbelief that a serious crime could have happened on the island. ‘I doubt it’s a murder,’ he said as he walked down the corridor to the green room. ‘I’m very sorry for your loss and all, but we often jump to conclusions when, in fact, there’s generally a very simple explana-‘
Silence as he pushed the door open, and then: ‘OK, we’ve got a murder case.’