" Myron heard footsteps coming up from behind him. He closed his eyes. It was as he expected. The footsteps came closer. When they stopped, Myron did not turn around. “You killed her,” Myron said. “Yes.” A block of ice melted in Myron’s stomach. “Do you feel better now?” The killer’s tone caressed the back of Myron’s neck with a cold, bloodless hand. “The question is, Myron, do you? "

― Harlan Coben , One False Move (Myron Bolitar, #5)