IT'S MCALLISTER PEOPLE!
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His cup.
They broke his cup.
They took his agency, his friends, his couch—and they broke his cup.
He wanted to get back to that feeb and crowbar the teeth from his idiot mouth and then cut out his tongue to be sure. Instead he headed to the elevator, Teresa trailing behind him. She asked him if he was quitting.
For a moment, he wanted to say he was, and then step out of the elevator and get her in his arms and take her to his apartment.
"I'm letting go."
He wasn't. Red John was still out there.