That blasted Blanchard has got to be the most thick headed piece of fluff I have ever had the dishonor of dealing with. I tell her to talk kindly with the DA and what does she do?
Yells out a practical confession on a platter. I ought to have slapped her, I’ve heard that’s shut her up before.
But I can’t tell what was worse, Blanchard’s utter confession or the smirk on Regina’s face at it. Let the gods help me, to see that woman smile shoots pain through my leg more than seeing those nuns.