Chapter 7Thorn parked his shiny, black car next to Kannan’s equally shiny, black car. If he could afford to buy a new car every year, he could afford to buy all the liquor he needed. Sid had to be lying.
He shushed the voice in his head and headed to Kannan’s door.
“Kannan? You in here?”
Kannan appeared in the doorway about to button a pair of jeans. “How’d it go?”
“You didn’t say he had a dog.”
A woman appeared next to Kannan, and Thorn closed his lips around the words that almost followed. She couldn’t be a day over twenty-five. He gave Kannan a questioning look, but he only shrugged in reply. It wasn’t Thorn’s business, and he had no interest in watching them saying goodbye, so he headed for the kitchen and started the coffee maker.
“Sorry.” Kannan walked in, putting on a T-shirt
