Chapter 22

“You’re welcome. If you really want to do something for me, keep an ear out for a vacant apartment. That fuck of a complex manager is throwing me out.”

“I should have realized you’d need to look for another apartment. They get kind of testy when you blow up their rentals.”

I scowled at him. “I did not blow up my apartment.” Where the fuck did people get that idea? “And stop laughing; you’re going to pull that tube in your side.”

“Okay, but just so you know, your old apartment above us is for rent again, if you want to take it for a while.”

“It’s empty, or are you going to evict someone?”

“It’s empty. It’ll just take some time to get it in shape again. That artist skipped out on us. Artist my ass. Con artist is more like it!”

“I’ll—”

Matheson interrupted me. “Mr. Vincent, is it all right if I leave now?” He was trying to keep his expression blank but wasn’t doing a good job.