"I just-" He stopped, hatred mirrored in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked angrily."Lovely apartment," said Gatz. He was standing in front of Michael's desk. He lifted Michael's gold pen, held it in the light, read the inscription, then replaced it in the holder."That doesn't answer my question.""I like the coloring. The style of furniture. I was telling Miss Parker that after living in a boardinghouse for so many years, I-you know, a cop, especially one who's been busted by a departmental commission, doesn't make much money and can't afford more-I come into a place like this and I can't help but be impressed.""What do you want?"Gatz picked his teeth with a plastic toothpick. "I'm glad you've returned. I've been here waiting patiently for"-he looked at his watch-"a half an hour on the city's money. I couldn't have waited much longer. In fact I was about to leave." He placed the toothpick in his shirt pocket.Allison writhed uncomfortably on the couch."Don't let me keep you," said Michael.
