“I’m his number one fan. [laughs] Talking about a narrative, I mean his songs really bring me back to why I started writing in the first place. You know, none of the fancy stuff, it’s just the story in each one of his songs. I feel like, is it called, “I Went to the Store One Day?” That song kills me, the way he puts things. I feel like he has all of his insecurities and all of his hopes flow so seamlessly throughout each song. And his voice is amazing. I’ve seen him live a few times. You know we went on tour together for a minute. It was fun! He definitely brings the fun to the tour. He’s really funny as you probably could imagine if you’re a fan. And also just seeing him on stage is really, it’s really great.” Lana Del Rey on Father John Misty (x)
“Hey, what are these? He contacted you again, didn’t he?” “He’s trying to tell me something…” “Carrie! We talked about it. Son of a bitch is a psycho!” “Exactly. And he’s still out there. He killed six women, one of them is a sixteen years old girl! We can’t just sit and wait till he kills someone else. I know what I’m doing.” “I don’t think you do. Look at yourself. When was the last time you slept?” “You really think I care about sleep right now?” “He’s messing with you. Boyd is dangerous. How the hell are we supposed to find him when you’re hiding the evidence?” “I’m not hiding anything! I show these letters to Doyle, he takes me off the case, more innocent women die.” “You’re out of your mind! You do realize he can be after you?” “I can handle myself.” “You’re being obsessive.” “I’m doing my job! C'mon, get the hell out. If I want to hear another lecture, I’ll make sure to call Fred.” “I’m not going anywhere.” “This is my house.” “Look, I get it. I’m on your side, but right now I want you to go take a goddamn shower and get some sleep. I’ll take the letters to the lab and see if Spence can find anything. Don’t give Doyle another reason to suspend you.” “Fine. But I’m not working with that wall street chick, alright?” “Doyle said…” “I don’t care what he said. Talk to him.” “I’ll try…”
“Over, under, or through,” Edilio said. “There’s got to be a way.”
“Kind of like when your folks came over the border from Mexico, huh?” Quinn said.
Sam and Astrid both aimed shocked looks at Quinn.
Edilio stood even straighter and, despite being six inches shorter than Quinn, seemed to be looking down at him. In a calm, quiet voice Edilio said, “Honduras is where my folks come from. They had to come all the way through Mexico before they even reached the border. My mom works as a maid. My father is a farmhand. We live in a trailer and drive an old beatee. I still have a little accent because I learned Spanish before I learned English. Anything else you need to know, man?”