he saw how fragile she was , how scared by the idea that she had hurt him-and that she did n't remember doing it . you did n't know it , had no reason to suspect it . but there was no longer a reason for a hunt . he was still in one of his black moods . tell me how horrible the good life is . if we were cops , she was peter rabbit . house after house looked safe , even dull after where hed just been , what hed seen , who hed been with . 