Chapter Seven
Me
When Silk returned, he unlocked the handcuffs. “I don’t think you’re gonna be any trouble after what you just seen and heard,” he said.
“No, I won’t be any trouble.”
He twisted the cap off a beer and handed the bottle to me. “Sit, sit,” he gestured toward one of the folding chairs. He pulled up another one and sat across from me. “Billy,” he began, “Frank thinks you ought to give Lisa a divorce.”
“No, goddamn it!” I began to protest. “She’s my wife and...”
He held up his hand to silence me. “Billy, your wife wants what Frank tells her to want and he’s telling her to want a divorce. If she ain’t legally married, she’s a lot more valuable.” He leaned forward. “Face it Billy. She ain’t coming back. She could have walked out tonight. You saw what happened
