Chapter Nine
Comfortably numb.
I swung by Amir’s restaurant just after lunch, not because I was hungry, but because the place helped me focus. The eatery was starting to feel like home to me … almost as much as the apartment, which still felt odd at times. I was, after all, over three thousand miles from my real home.
I was picking at a plate of Kofta and drinking a beer that had gone warm. Behind the bar, the TV showed the news, turned down to a low volume. My mind replayed, reviewed and dissected the details of Nicole Remay’s deal, trying to figure out her real motivation. Sure, she wanted a bit more action in her job, but there was something else too, something unspoken.
Amir stepped up behind the bar, focusing my attention. He stared pointedly at the beer and frowned. “A bit early,
