Chapter 115

“Cool. We’d better get Spike off the bed.”

Matheson came back just then, looking relaxed and mildly pleased. “Some men just shouldn’t work around sick people. Edgar was feeling a little queasy; he’s decided to go home early.”

“Nice work, Matheson. Spike, wake up. They’ve found a bed for Pretty Boy. Go wait out in the lobby until they’ve transferred him.”

“‘Kay.” He started to shuffle toward the exit to the parking lot, but Sweetcheeks caught him and turned him around, giving him a pat on the butt.

“That way, baby.”

“‘Kay.”

“Aren’t you going with him?”

He seemed to have other ideas. “Vince, I’m going down to get some coffee. Mind if I bring your boy along with me?” He stared at Matheson with interest.

Matheson stared back at him warily, as if he was in the presence of an exotic animal, then looked to me, waiting for my reaction.

I shrugged. “Go ahead; but I expect him back in one piece, Sweetcheeks.”