"That's a complicated fuckin' question," Edgar said. It was true that Curtis' manner had always made it feel easy, believable. Maybe he'd never believed that Curtis had no secrets but he had believed that they couldn't be that bad. It was naive as fuck, honestly.

"First part I gotta ask to answer that is how much did he tell you? About him and me?" He'd never been particularly secretive about what he'd found out, mostly because the only way he'd found to cope with the horror had been to talk it up, to make a joke of it.