"Makes sense, yeah," Jack said with a nod, "No wonder you're a fucking mess." She held him and looked at the far wall for a minute. "So you don't want that body dropped. Also makes sense. If he's dead he can't sit there in court and hear a lawyer call him a babyfucker to his face. Which the lawyer's gonna do if the lawyer's any good. Your lawyer's gonna make it sound as ugly as he can make it sound to make sure that asshole gets every single fucking day in prison he can snatch for you. But you're gonna have to be there too and you're going to have to listen to your fucking life talked about like that, and that shit sucks."

She didn't have a better word for it than 'sucks' but she put so much loathing into that word that the meaning was probably clear. "Alright. So .. What can I do to help you, Sparkle? Cuz.. I mean.. Ideas that aren't my usual one, I'm not so good at, but you're my friend and I'd like to help if you'll let me."