“I was careful not to move my open eye or unhinge my second, my on-the-fly theory being that if I played it cool, he might think I was simply having a seizure and leave me alone. But dang if that open eye wasn’t getting dry. I always lost the staring contests growing up. If only I’d known how handy that skill would be in later life, I might have tried harder. I blinked and sighed deeply. I didn’t possess the energy to launch a full-on offensive but mustered what I could. “Well, well, well, l...ook who’s back. Miss us?” I tried standing archly but stumbled at the blood rush. Gary caught me and pushed me against the wall with one strong arm, pinning me like a bug. He was an olive-skinned man with dark eyes that he liked to hide behind cop sunglasses, the kind that reflected all your shortcomings right back at you. I’d had to stifle many a spontaneous confession because of those glasses. And he didn’t court small talk. “Where were you last night?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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