Fanny stared. Crinkled her nose. Pursed her lips like she’d just drunk down something gross and yet entirely expected it.

“That’s a lot of words to say ‘glass jaw,’ buddy. I could throw Crane over my knee and crack him like a nut.”

That was a bullshit bluff and she knew it – Crane might have had no spine, but he stuck a spine-sized cross up his ass to compensate.

“What makes you better?”