Do you think she’d mind if you were dead?” “I hope she would.” The Courier takes the keys from Bernie and pushes him into the storeroom, hooking the padlock through the latch. He puts his mouth near the door. “What are you going to do if Hol y Knight contacts you again?” “I want nothing to do with her.” “That’s the wrong answer, Bernie. You see, I know where you work and where you live.” “I’m going to cal you.” “Now we’re communicating.” 17 BAGHDAD Luca finds Edge at a bar in the International Zone holding a shot glass of bourbon up to the light as if looking at a rare jewel. His right hand is wrapped in a discolored bandage and a Filipino woman is sitting on the stool next to him. Dressed in a halter top and denim shorts, she’s wearing spiked heels that don’t reach the floor. “You look like you slept in the restroom,” says Luca. “Not true. I slept with this little lady,” says Edge, almost inhaling the shot, before sipping a beer more slowly.
