Chapter 10
With a mixture of trepidation and relief—relief because this could be the end of Tony’s harassment—Max disarmed the security, turned off his phone because he didn’t want be interrupted by possible calls from Deacon or Jack, then opened the door.
Tony stood there, grinning darkly. Without asking, he pushed past Max into the foyer. Max swallowed an angry comment at his audacity, saying, “You look older than I remember.” Inane, he knew, but it was the first thing that came to mind.
Moving into the living room, Tony turned to look at him. “You look about the same. Contemptuous, apathetic, and sniveling.”
Max almost replied that he’d been none of those, but he figured, in Tony’s eyes, perhaps he’d seemed that way—at the end. “So now what?” he said, instead.
“I finish what I bega
