"Finnerty closed the door behind him and dropped the key into his pocket. ‘You know I'm not without help, little baby,’ he warned her. / ‘I don't plan to cut you,’ Hallie told him quietly. ‘I got cut once myself. I won't scratch you because I don't like to see a man walking around with scratches on his face. I won't throw acid in your eyes because it makes me sorry to see a blind person. All I'll do is kill you where you stand. If you get through the door I'll kill you on the stair. If you make the stair I'll kill you in the parlor. If you make the street I'll kill you on the curb. I'll kill you in the alley. I'll kill you in God's House. I'll kill you anywhere.’ / Finnerty stood with his head slightly bent, his brow lined by doubt. / ‘Did you lose something, Oliver?’ / ‘My key,’ he told her, ‘I lost my key.’ / ‘My key I take it you mean.’ / ‘Your key.’ / ‘It's laying in your cuff. You got a hole in your pocket. Bring your pants up later and I'll make you a new pocket.’"