Chapter 38

“For how much longer?”

He shrugged. “As long as I keep working. When this guy cuts me loose, there’ll be someone else. There always is.”

“Have you saved anything?” I started to reach for one of the business cards Wills had had printed up for me, Theo Bascopolis, Accountant at Large. I’d offer to do Connor’s taxes for him, look over whatever finances he had.

“You’re sounding like an old worrywart.”

“Maybe, but I’m an old worrywart who won’t have to peddle his tail when he’s sixty-five.”

Connor flinched.

“I’m sorry.” Not for what I’d said, but for the fact that he might very well be on the streets in forty years, if he was still alive. “So, uh…Are you planning to come back to DC?”

“I don’t think so. I’m…happy…in the Big Apple.”

“You always did like the bright lights, if I recall correctly. Why are you here then?”

“For the Valentine’s Day Ball, darling. But what else?”

“You never came to any of the other Balls.”