Shoving a spoonful of half-chocolate soup, half-chocolate ice cream into his mouth, Neil kicked his feet under his chair and ducked his head.
He was good at acting like he was doing exactly what he was told. He had the others convinced, which was probably why Matt had been a blubbering mess upon their emergency return from the shopping trip. Admittedly, the incident was a big one, especially when Neil wouldn’t fess up to where he’d put the knife even under threat of Wymack asking in a stern, I’m-not-angry-I’m-asking-calmly voice.
Dan had eventually uncovered the blade hidden in a dirty sock behind the DVD cases, but by then, Neil had started in on rapid, fretful apologies and looked on the verge of tears; not knowing how else to react, they’d let him go with little more than a slap on the wrist.
So I finished Republic of Thieves last night. And I’ve read a few other people’s views. Here are my thoughts. Cut because I am pretentious as hell and can’t help but bring it back to Buddhist philosophy and neuroscience and shit: