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Morelli looked down at my utility belt.
"What kind of a statement is this?"
"Fear."
He gave his head a disbelieving shake. "You know what my biggest fear is? I worry that someday you might be the mother of my children."
Loser? Excuse me? Loser? Okey, that does it. No more Ms. Nice Person. No more reasoning. This jerk is going down. "Open this door!" I yelled. "Open this goddamn door!"