can anyone help me? “May we see your wrists, Detective Black?” Everyone looked at her sleeves, at the light jacket and buttoned cuffs. Hamilton leaned closer, his expression as soft as his voice. “We’re not incapable of sympathy.…” Elizabeth kept her hands perfectly still, though her skin seemed to burn. “I don’t know what you mean.” “If there’s a reason you snapped—” “I shouldn’t be here,” she said. “If there are extenuating circumstances—” “I shouldn’t be here at all.” She hit the door at a fast walk, blood rushing in her ears, the skin still burning. She didn’t think about why because she was tired of thinking, same with feeling, remembering, talking. There was a time and a place, and not every goddamn thing mattered. That’s what everyone else refused to understand. The basement was done. Over. For an instant, she sensed Beckett behind her, his voice in the stairwell, then on the street. She moved faster, slid into the car, then gunned it, seeing his face as a white blotch, his hands rising and then down. She drove fast and let the car do the talking. Rubber at the corners. Engine on the flats. Her skin still burned, but it was more like shame and rage and self-loathing What does "Elizabeth kept her hands perfectly still, though her skin seemed to burn" mean? What does " There was a time and a place" mean? What does " let the car do the talking" mean? What does "Rubber at the corners. Engine on the flats" mean?