Chapter 32
“You did good,” he tells me.
I laugh. “Yeah, well, it’s about time, I guess.”
That’s as close as I get to speaking the truth. He sets down his glass, he turns to face me, and he reaches up and tugs on his tie. It’s a cheap one, a real Blue Light Special, but I don’t care because he’s taking it off. And there’s nothing quite as nice as watching a tie slip slowly off a good-looking man’s neck.