he said noticing my bruised face. “Industrial accident, helping a friend clean up after a fire.” He didn’t blink. “What have you got for me? And don’t tell me nothing!” “Actually something has surfaced,” I said. “Oh?” he creaked the black leather chair forward, eyes riveted on me. Lola shifted from one foot to the other, and then back again, she crossed her arms, bit her lower lip, and maybe looked just a little wide eyed. “Yeah, I’m picking up reports of a disgruntled employee. He sounds a little unstable.” “Christ, that could be just about any one of them,” Softee shook his head. “This guy seems to have made some threats, at least he threatened to harm you in some way.” “Not much help. That could still be just about anyone I know,”
