“Of course. Why do you ask?” Sullivan shrugged. He rocked in his chair as Sky looked down, then back over at him. “You looked like you were a million miles away, thinking about a time you would like to forget.” “You saw all that in one look?” Sky sputtered. “I’m very perceptive.” Sullivan smiled. Sky snorted, then shook his head in disbelief. “You ask a lot of questions,” Sky said as his frown deepened. “Well, in my profession that’s the only way you can find out the answers you need. When you go into the places I go, you need to find out as much as you can about the prize you want — that way you don’t run into danger. Or, in many cases, you can go around it,” Sullivan explained. “Do you consider me the prize you’re looking for?” Sky turned his face and stared out toward the mountains. He didn’t know what possessed him to ask that question. Now what? He was practically coming on to the man. He was scared to look at him as he waited for him to answer.
