Bruno's at the urinal, whistling something off-key as he pisses. He doesn't even glance up as I stop behind him, too lost in his own world. Of course, he wouldn't expect the grim reaper to find him here, in this filthy f*****g restroom in a strip club I'd rather never step foot inside again.
His phone rings, snapping him out of whatever drunken stupor he's in. He answers it with a snarl, his voice dripping with venom. "Diane, why the f**k are you calling me?" I can almost hear the fear in his wife's voice, the dread of what he'll do to her once he gets home. "No. You don't need to know where I am. I'll be home when I get home. Call me again, and you'll regret it."
I wonder if Isaac spoke to my kitten like that. The thought has fury coursing through my veins, but I know killing Bruno in
