"I am not helping you."
On the day of my hospital discharge, Lucrezis came to pick me up.
"Tom dear, think twice before you make me angry."
"I am not helping you, Lucrezia, I am quitting."
"You are not that much of an idiot."
A puff. Short, sharp, unmistakably disapproving.
"You don't even have Luther. Usually when people blackmail other people, they have the thing they are blackmailing the people with."
"It's a matter of time until Luther falls into my hands. I put a bounty on him, I made him the public enemy number one."
"And it's been more than a week and you still don't have him!"
She stood there like she was stepping onto a red carpet, not into a hospital room.
Red dress, tight enough to restrict movement, cut low enough to make the nurses glance twice.
Her makeup looked like it took an hour—fake lashes, sharp contour, lips too glossy to kiss.
