“That’ll be the fucking day. What are you doing here, anyway? How did you—”
“Do you really expect me to tell you how I knew you were staying on Cape Cod, under the name of Joseph Wells?” No, I could see he didn’t, as much as he might want to know. “By the way, remind me never to get on your wrong side.”
“Huh?”
“I learned Sperling’s dead. His was the body in the morgue.”
“I don’t know where people get this idea that I had anything to do with that shit’sdeath.” He had the gall to look annoyed.
“Well, it’s a well-known fact you didn’t like him.”
“I don’t like a lot of people, Mann. Doesn’t mean I go around killing them.”
“But he did die in your apartment.”
“I wasn’t there.”
Of course you weren’t.
I ran my gaze over him, suddenly distracted.