But when Nigel darted into a hardware store on Beacon Hill and stumbled out with a pocketknife and a coil of rope, Sxip moved in closer. The knife was one of those foldable jobs with multiple blades and tiny tools that fit into the handle. Sxip watched Nigel tuck the rope under one arm and slide the knife into the pocket of his tweed jacket.
Was the husband planning to fix something in that gutted house?
Sxip followed at a close clip. Too close. Nigel glanced in a shop widow, and Sxip could have sworn he was staring back at him in the reflection. But no. It was a liquor store, and the i***t was ogling cases of wine…almost as if he’d kill for a drink.
The dumbass was hungry for booze. Wouldn’t it be cool to tell him right here and now that his wife was cheating? Offer him a slug of Jack
