“Good,” I said and suddenly kissed him. His eyes closed for a moment. It was probably the first moment of affection he’d had since . . . who knows?
“That was nice,” he said, opening his eyes. “I didn’t think I’d get to talk to you like this; I mean get to trust you. The truth is, they just flew me in from L.A. to do the books. The money people back there flew me in: their finances, see, sometimes get weird. Anyway, they figure I’m not going to let anything out the bag to anyone. They know that I deal with enough crooks back in L.A. that they can trust me here.”
I nodded my head, like I really knew what he was talking about. I’ve found with business people, who talk among themselves so much, that they automatically take it for granted that you’re on their wave length. Actually, I did want
