“Okay. Start talking.”
“Where was I?”
Beat the hell out of me. “He had something yellow?”
“Right. These yellow striations in his eyes—”
“What color were they?”
“I just told you—oh, you mean his eyes. They were brown, really light brown. One of his eyebrows was shaped like a question mark, and the earlobe on the same side seemed slightly longer and wider than the other. He had a mole at the hinge of his jaw—”
“f*****g, cocksucking motherfucker.” I snarled under my breath. I’d been pretty sure, but that clinched it.
“That mole must be a b***h when he has to shave.” He made an effort to smile, but I could see it was costing him. One of the reasons I…tolerated Sweetcheeks was because of how much he cared about Pretty Boy. “Do you…do you have any idea who he is?”
“Yeah. I do.” My finger
