It was for a local tattoo and piercing parlor—the one Vincent used. On the back of the card, Benedict had written Make an appointment for your next evening off. I’ll drive. 194 Jane Davitt & Alexa Snow Chapter Fifteen “Did you see this?” The first thing Shane did after getting into Ben’s car was throw the newspaper at him. “Hey!” Ben held up a hand too late to deflect the paper, then picked it up off the floor and shoved it back at Shane. “Yes, I saw it. You were right about her, okay? Rub it in all you want. I should have let you yell at her when you wanted to.” Shane still hadn’t shut the passenger side door. “I doubt it would have done any good.” Ben had spent half the day pissed off about the article and only recovered midafternoon when he’d focused on work hard enough that he’d forgotten about it. Now he found himself getting pissed off all over again. “She makes it sound as if we’re some kind of dive bar with people fucking in the bathrooms and snorting cocaine off each other.”
