He’d told us it hadn’t been his fault the bastard who’d hurt Paul, doing it as a ruse to get Vince away from his apartment so he could search it—a ruse, goddammit! I was glad the fucking bastard had blown himself to kingdom come—had caused the explosion when he’d tried to get in. Still, as landlords, we could kind of sympathize with the manager.
“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?”